Lately, it seems, some of the leaders of the preparedness sites are backing off or saying “good-by.” Now that the Real Estate Meltdown, Peak Oil, Climate Change, and Financial Collapse are finally being somewhat covered by the lamesteam media, sites like Survival Acres are apparently being inundated by people who are thinking that they better start to do something. But, if they all applied their “stimulus package” checks to freeze-dried or nitrogen packed foodstuffs, there would be such a backload of supply that they’d probably starve before the boxes arrived. Those who have been in the vanguard of the movement are hunkering down and looking after themselves. No more time to sound the alarm. Time to take to the basement, or at least to circle the wagons with friends and family.
Life After the Oil Crash (LATOC) linked to a message from Mike Ruppert this morning. In it, Mike sums up his recovery experience from his personal meltdown after eight years of carrying the flag for us. Then he lets us know that he is back in
I have to admit that I am getting sick and tired of the different collapse scenarios that now are watered down and morphed into some shallow, lukewarm, unseasoned fare fit for the general consumption. Gee, do ya think that we might be in a recession? Huh? Gosh, food and gas are getting expensive, eh? Boy, howdy! We just might have to eat tilapia instead of salmon this year. Uh oh, it’s looking pretty tight on Wall Street. But, the Fed is all over it. Not to worry…cut to a Boneva commercial.
For those of us who have been delving into the intricacies of resource depletion, climate change, and the global corporate and banking crimefest that threatens to put an end to the republic as we have known it, it’s all grey, grey, grey. Men in grey suits, black ops, graphs, charts… cold, hard facts lending themselves to shortages, lack, and the end of liberty. Sunday morning news show pundits (who always give me the nagging suspicion that they walk around their homes in panty hose, or cry themselves to sleep at night), spouting off about Berneke or Paulson, or Bush or Blair. Blah, blah, blah. I can only take so much of that shit before the tune of “Suicide is Painless” becomes the background music in my head.
Is there nothing MORE?? How about something imaginative? Colorful? Bazaar…. Really scary, or wonderful, even.
What else have you got?
That’s when I turn to rense.com; Project Camelot; Steve Quale.com; Trothweb.com; Above Top Secret and such. Now we’re talking! I don’t mind dying, but I do not want to be bored to death.
I can’t get enough of those pictures of the secret space craft in stationary orbit that that guy has been taking from a telescope in his home. And, the black ops helicopters that have been harassing him. What’s that about??
How about ancient libraries in
Yeah, THAT’S WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT!
Reptilian off-worlders genetically altering our DNA sometime in the dim past… space portals connecting earth to bases on Mars, secret Norwegian underground bunkers being built to save their citizenry from annihilation – it’s all fascinating stuff. Much better than that lame Tim Russert and his juvenile, sycophantic thoughts on the collective political dumbasserie.
I’m not just kidding around. I really do think that exploring these outside the box issues are good to do. Chem trails, Morgellons
Disease, 9/11 - so much suppressed information, so little time.
“Just because you are paranoid, it doesn’t mean that no one is out to get you.”
The pre-digested, corporate-correct Wally-world really isn’t all there is, thank the stars. The Flat World materialists, war-mongers, and greedheads are morally bankrupt and mentally dead to the wonders that have come before us and are about to return.
As I plant my peas and feed the poultry, I look toward the sky and imagine that someone is looking back. I am aware of the elephants that are drawing likenesses’ of themselves. I listen for the song of life that surrounds us and welcome the mysteries and surprises that are our birthright. A time for change? You bet! More than we know.
Bring it on!