Another great video by the ginger across the pond.
Should be available later today. Check it out.
There appears to be a new policy within all branches of the government, a recent change from an old policy. In the words of Ronald Reagan “we do not negotiate with terrorists.” I look back at my life and remember the change that happened with 9-11. We went from a fairly peaceful existence to invading foreign countries on rumors and lies. The federal government buckled at the threats made by wall street to pay out extortion money with the economy being held at ransom. We invaded other countries. We came. We saw. He died. Michael Hastings was murdered by the CIA. Whistleblowers had to seek freedom in Russia of all places, for revealing the Federal Government was violating the constitution. Then came BLM and their henchmen, ANTIFA.
It was clear from the first day the Floyd video was released that there was no way Chauvin was going to receive a fair trial. I, like others, played along with the media’s game and thought the man was guilty based on edited video and a repeating narrative “for nine minutes.” Six months later when the full video was released, I lost all faith in the media.
To be clear, I studied law enforcement in high school and college. I also studied martial arts for a better part of a decade, including: Aikido, Tae kwon do, western boxing, Japanese jujitsu, and Judo. While studying Aikido there were two Sheriff’s deputies who taught the class a restraint used by their department. This hold was added to the Aikido curriculum and named “the weaver lock” after the student who introduced it to the school. This hold wasn’t just a knee on the shoulder, but one on the shoulder, the other on the ribcage with the arm back between the thighs. In this position the officer can hold the suspect on the ground and while in control pull his weapon if another threat appeared. There are other things to consider. When someone is moving two hundred pounds under you it can throw you off balance. Throw in a crowd around you and things will shift around.
Everything that could go wrong with the trial has gone wrong. The judge decided to not move the trial to a different location. Riots erupted during the trial over another police involved shooting. A witness had a decapitated pig’s head left on the porch of their previous home along with blood thrown on the entryway. The jury was threatened by congress woman Maxine waters if Chauvin was not found guilty of first-degree murder, a charge he was not given. President Biden said that he hoped for the “right” verdict. The prosecution presented new evidence that was not given to the defense before the trial. Pictures were taken of the jury during the trial and the judge told the women to delete the photos and moved on. BLM threatened to burn the city down if Chauvin was found not guilty, before the trial started.
After all the threats and screw ups the trial went on looking good for Chauvin. A witness for the state said that he could have used a taser when he arrived to the Floyd scene but Chauvin chose to use less force. Floyd had enough drugs in his system to kill a small horse, throw in a heart condition and you have a lethal combination. Chauvin was trained to restrain a person on the ground and did it at Floyd’s request. Floyd’s drug dealer refused to testify because he would be admitting guilt to selling Floyd the drugs that killed him. The list of evidence goes on but the trial at the end was just for show. the real trial that happened was through the media and intimidation. Derek Chauvin, a police officer who followed procedure and did as he was told, was sacrificed by the jury to the mob. Now there is the chance for Chauvin’s attorneys to have an appeal and have the conviction overturned. There were three times the judge should have called a mistrial but refused. The list of appeals grew over two weeks and when the guilty verdict came down the clock started ticking for Chauvin to be released from the shit show that the country had been put through.
In the twenty years since 9-11 there is one lesson that the country has learned, terrorism works. BLM has received everything they wanted in the last twelve months through violence and threats of violence. Police departments have been disbanded, defunded, police officers have been doxed, and hundreds of millions of dollars donated to BLM. As I write this, Patriesse Cullors owns four six-figure houses and a 1.4-million-dollar mansion. These days, terrorism pays.
We can look back and remember Carlos the Jackal, maybe the first terrorist to profit from his trade. Bin Laden made billions playing both sides between Russia and the US. Now we have BLM who have sided with a political party and is now taking control of the courts through intimidation. We have seen this before and they were called the mafia. This group is organized with central leadership and defensive cells of agitators called ANTIFA. They receive corporate funding in the form of bribes but it doesn’t mean that your business is safe from being looted or torched.
We have crossed a line in this country and now we charge forward without looking back. We negotiate with terrorists now in a hope that they won’t hurt us. We hand over our institutions, our politicians, companies, and money in a hope that it will disappear or leave us alone. All the while we empower this monster and make it more powerful so that inevitably it will take over every aspect of our society. They bring back their own version of Jim Crow. Segregation has returned for the safety of others. Racism is encouraged for the sake of equity, not that any of these people have ever read a dictionary to know what it means. What this group wants is a kalifate of social justice.
Now that the cops are the enemy of the people, the courts are under the control of BLM, and corporations dictate their policies to satisfy BLM, where do we go from here? What is the next step? When do we fight back or do we just keep cowering in the shadows hoping the spot light never hits us? When do we watch the constitution disappear and we enter into a world that we have never seen before? One without laws but ever-changing rules that no one can keep up with except the people in charge. An ever-changing language. An every-changing country that nobody will recognize soon. The foundation of our society is crumbling and soon the whole building will come crashing down around us.
Starting a homestead from scratch is a very time, labor, and money intensive project. Add the fact that you are trying to use mostly manual labor and you get the collapse experiment. The main question I’m trying to answer is, how to run a homestead after a societal collapse. Consider that electricity might not be around, fuel for machinery may not be available, and a limit of resources I find that it is important to learn how to do such things in the same way.
My day was filled with using left over materials from my house to work on projects. A large pile of siding was used to finish a chicken coop that I put together with small pallets and lumber from housing projects. My wife and I bought 10 chickens to add to the 6 Rhode Island reds, and two turkeys. 4x4s were salvaged from the side of the road and used for a large run to keep the new additions in.
When we bought our house a large pile of insolation was left behind. Our house has three levels and only the lower level was finished. Today I decided to lower the pile and filled in sections of wall that had not been finished. The outer wall of the gym was insolated today along with areas in the main room and above the side door.
Early in the morning I took out three containers of material to the compost bins. I picked up trash from previous years on the way back to the house. At one point the property had been part of a golf course and later bought as a project to convert into a home. While we own two of the nine holes and the club house, the 15 acres had collected empty oil bottles, an old five-gallon bucket, and dozens of golf balls that have been lost and left behind.
The garden is coming along with five 50-foot rows that have a small portion of what we will be planting. Two rows have potatoes, the rest includes strawberries, swiss chard, Detroit beets, and kale. I haven’t even planted the fun stuff yet. In the window there are tomatoes, peppers, and tobacco. I decided to try a test of the forbidden leaf in upper Michigan since it does grow well in Connecticut. There is another plot that has been plowed for either soy beans or corn. I will be planting both this year.
Out of the land we bought about five acres is cleared and the rest is thick woods. That means we needed a mower. Just before stepping out of the door, I noticed the washing machine wasn’t running. When I lifted the lid, I noticed the clothes were sitting in brown water. I clicked the dial and the motor would not kick on. We also needed a washing machine. While I have several scythes for tall grass that doesn’t cut it for the front lawn.
We stopped at the local Home Depot and bought a John Deer 160 lawn tractor with a trailer. There will be more additions down the road but at the moment I will be able to mow the lawn, haul wood on the property, collect lawn clipping for chicken food and compost, haul fresh compost to the garden. This will be a work horse for the rest of its life and hopefully mine.
We lost a turkey the other day. It was the healthy one of the two. One day it went from moving around and sticking its head out of the brooder to lying on the floor struggling to breath. I tried my best to give it water and make it comfortable and a few minutes later it died in my hands. The gimpy, weird legged, mangled feathered turkey is still kicking and will soon be outside once it gets big enough.
There is still a lot to do and there always will be. I haven’t been able to work on any of my book projects and it looks like hours will be picking up at work. The rest of the logs have been inoculated with mushroom spores and in two years we will start harvesting Lion’s mane and oyster mushrooms. I still have to collect more clean logs for the Button and Shitake spores waiting in the fridge.
At the moment, in a way, I am broke. This is a blessing in disguise. It will keep me home and working on things that need to be done instead of heading into town. There is something comforting about working outside, handling the soil, watching the chickens racing around the run, and feeling that satisfaction of a job well done.