The Cat is Out of the Bag

I had lunch with a friend yesterday who is worried about the current world situation. Bob and his wife (names have been changed for safety) have started to buy food for storage and try to figure out other things they might need for surviving the Hitler… I mean trump administration. By the time we left the restaurant, we still had not heard about the threats made towards Iran or the friction between ourselves and one of our greatest allies, the Australians. What we did know was that Trump had ordered a raid on a house in Yemen that resulted in the deaths of 9 women and children and one 8 year old girl who was a US citizen. Keep in mind we have not been in Yemen since early 2015. When the white house was asked about this they stated it was “collateral damage.” There it is. The status of humans in this country or others doesn’t matter to the president of the united states. While others would have pretended to care this guy does not give a shit. That is what scares the hell out of me.

I found out a few weeks ago, that I am going to be a father. While many would say “there is never a good time in life to have a child” my question is: what about a time in history? The scientist that run the doomsday clock have moved the minute had to the closest time ever set even beating the height of the cold war. My long term concern of climate change has been something I always thought would be something I could teach my kids to adapt to and survive.  Now with the crazy nut job that the few in this country elected I don’t know if any of us will be around more than a few years from now.

My friend Bob has a right to be concerned. His daughter is old enough to remember the good old days and still adapt to the new world she will be growing into. My kid however, all of this crazy shit, will be normal. Maybe that’s for the better. There won’t be a chance to deny what is happening or a longing for what we once had.

With the new year, and a new job title that I will have in the coming year (dad) I started to take some steps to try and adapt to the new world. I cleaned out my house taking several boxes of items to the local goodwill. After all the things you own end up owning you. I took out the canning jars from the basement and sorted the seeds I would be planting in the spring. Currently I have four lights focused on tomato and pepper seeds for future planting. My closet was cleaned out and books thinned out to make space for those I would read and concentrated on those that are important and educational. By important I mean classics, anything pertaining to survival.

While my girlfriend and I have discussed moving in together there is one thing that stands out, both of us are upside down in or mortgages. Neither of us can sell. The upside is that I have a huge yard that I can grow food for us in, and I can use several square feet of the house as a tax write off for a personal business. Eventually we will get tired of paying so much for two houses we don’t need but then we have to figure out who’s credit is ruined because of the mistakes made by Alan Greenspan and George W Bush.  The world is changing and my life is changing with it. the garden I hope will relieve some burden from that stress while providing organic healthy food for the three of us.

If I had a child during the bush administration I would have told my child not to join the military, a large problem solve with a simple statement. These days I will have to teach all of the material from my books plus some extras. Camping, fishing, hunting, gardening, shooting, archery, trapping, and much much more. The world of my books, a science fiction/ fantasy world of dystopian rule has become reality. Thanks Trump.

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3 thoughts on “The Cat is Out of the Bag

  1. Mark says:

    I’m afraid “collateral damage” happens regardless of who’s administration is in charge. One has but to look at an earlier administration’s frequent practice of launching Millie’s laden with high explosives into the neighborhoods in countries we aren’t at war with. (Pakistan)
    Congratulations on becoming a father. If I had known you wanted to do that I would have mentioned that my youngest son is for sale.
    Seriously though, kids are a wild experience that while chaotic, is something I’ll never regret.
    This summer I’m going to try to get some of the girls into a shooting class run by a group called the Appleseed Project. They run low cost weekend shooting clinics nationwide.
    And youngest daughter, who has no interest in shooting needs a bigger bow.

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    • I have heard of appleseed from other podcast I used to listen to. As to collateral damage to sad thing is that the girls father and brother were already killed under obama drone strikes. The famous Mulder of a US citizen case from a few years ago. Then the older brother was blown up in a car by a drone simply for being the son. Total disregard for due process. Thanks obama…
      As for selling the boy I will soon learn if I took the cheaper route. My friend “Bob” will kind of be a test run for what I end up teaching my kids. Poor Bob.

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      • Mark says:

        I should warn you, while the initial cost is low, ($10 with a $15 rebate, upkeep is high. Not only does he have a typical teen appetite, he’s a musician to boot.
        I ordered a bunch of Appleseed qualification targets and have the three older kids competing with each other when we go to the range. I now have two of them wanting to go deer hunting this fall.

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