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June 5, 2015

Then civilization’s asphalt and stucco and carpeting are installed and that’s when the real ugliness starts.

Suddenly, all of the jobs have something to do with moving stacks of file folders from this cabinet over here
, to that cabinet over there, and explaining to someone over the phone how impossible it is to do something. Yesterday’s thankfulness to God and careful measure-twice-cut-once decision-making, are replaced with today’s snooty condescension, and bloated retirement plans funded at someone else’s expense. House of Eratosthenes

Posted by gerardvanderleun at June 5, 2015 9:35 AM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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Seems to take forever to get anything done any more if it requires coordinating with others. So I mostly don't even try.

Cut off all the loose ends and focus on the big 3, water, food, shelter.

Texting is for retards.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 5, 2015 8:19 PM

@ ghost: "texting", does that include commenting on these forums?
After I've pumped our daily ration of water into the stock tank, gathered some roots and vegetables and added more pine branches to the roof of the lean-to I don't have a lot of time left before dark to do much typing, and if there is no wind I won't have enough electricity to run my computer. Candles are for special occasions only.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 6, 2015 7:02 AM

Couple of hours ago, out of nowhere, an old army buddy I haven't seen in more than 20 years texted me. He just got a brand new dumb phone and decided to try it out on me. So we texted back and forth 4 times and I told him I didn't want to do it any more. He said he doesn't like it either and that he'll call me tomorrow, you know, the old fashioned way that people communicate sometimes. So that was the most texting I ever did, and hopefully the last. I just don't see the point.

Posted by: ghostsniper [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 6, 2015 7:56 PM

I have several friends that don't text or use email. In fact they don't even own cell phones.

They live simple old-fashioned lives out in the wilderness and only come in contact with civilization when they need salt and flour.

They are acolytes of the Bantam Chicken Movement, where raising the chickens according to centuries-old methods has produced a strain of super-birds bred to withstand freezing cold and blinding heat.

Naturally the government has taken an interest in them, what with the recent avian flu epidemic. Big Poultry wants the formula for their success which has forced the group into further hiding and seclusion.

Banksters and jack-booted thugs would seize and imprison the members, and all assets including the chickens would be confiscated.

My friends and I have worked out a system for communication which consists of written messages hidden in certain locations during the time of the full moon.

The locations vary from month to month based on an algorithm using precise longitude and latitude values. The last message I received stated that they need socks. I have been gathering the socks and will place them at a pre-arranged pickup point.

We must all do what we can to keep America free.

Posted by: chasmatic [TypeKey Profile Page] at June 7, 2015 7:29 AM

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