Monthly Archives: October 2012

Deer Hunter Revolution

AmMerc discusses what likely happens when hunting buddies move to go hot:

20 Million Deer hunters, guardians of freedom?

Deer Hunters And Mao

Read both the embedded links and the comments to each post.

RITR has some related thoughts.

One man is a target.

Two men are a team.

Three men is a more sustainable team.

Four men are two teams.

Et cetera.

Local, local, local.

Life In The Laboratory Of Human Endeavor

The always-provocative Tom Baugh, author of Starving The Monkeys, sends this guest post over the transom:

Lately there has been more than the usual background level of catfighting, even on CA’s recent post about tolerance of potential allies.

I have been the subject of this kind of nonsense, from all corners of the LibertySphere, and I’ve discovered that the best way to handle this kind of distraction is to simply file away the data point and then stick to the plan. If one can be deflected from one’s objectives by something so meaningless, in real terms, as blogger or commenter sniping, then a serious re-evaluation of priorities is in order. For those of you who allow yourselves to get sucked into this crap, stop being victims and start leading, if no one other than yourselves individually or those you can touch.

Speaking of victims, another aspect of this web intrigue is that creating division, or allowing oneself to enjoy the luxury of a sense of victimization, is a form of escape from the reality of the Big Suck in which we find ourselves. Yes, we have all been victimized, as I see it, by the closed dynasty of international bankster thugs, and their lapdog minions, who have, as a class, traditionally victimized the poor and the weak throughout modern history.

I use the energy of this fact to move forward daily. Each time I connect with a like mind, each time I help someone increase their self-sufficiency, each time I find a new resource or idea, or incrementally waken another to reality, to me this is a cosmic FU to those who would enslave us all and pit us against each other for their profit.

However, to use an ethic of victimization as a rallying point for one’s Great Cause is to not see the forest for the trees. One of the great successes of the Georgia PATCON was the explicit refusal to dwell on the suck, but instead to focus on forward progress along any axis in which such progress could be made, however trivial this axis may seem at the time. Contrariwise, those who consistently seek to leverage an incessant theme of victimization may simply be looking for an excuse to fail.

Accordingly, I have encouraged my minions (of which there are exactly none, if anyone is counting), to deny battle on certain Great Causes, if for no other reason than to deny those participants an excuse to fail. If these Great Causes do fail, I prefer that this failure result from some fundamental flaw which we can observe, and then account for during the next effort. And for those of you involved in a Great Cause, stop whining that some blogger somewhere is critical of you or your efforts, stop fantasizing that others will join you in a someday purge of malcontents, when in fact hardly anyone cares about anything but success, and instead use that otherwise wasted energy to move forward toward your objectives.

So, let’s start right here with a simple exercise, using myself as an example. I challenge any of you to vent your spleens in the comments to this thread, or on your own sites as you see fit, as vigorously as you can about anything involving me: my objectives, my techniques, my message, my integrity, my allies or any aspect you care to imagine, however trivial or significant it might be. It matters not whether this critique is valid or not; in this, as in many critiques among ourselves, truth is immaterial. I will not respond to any of these criticisms, bring them up for later digestion, or threaten to sue or shut down anyone, nor delight in fantasizing about how I might marshal my forces to destroy someone’s life or livelihood.

Instead, I will read these criticisms, learn what I can from them, and then continue to make progress toward my objectives unabated. And I will also consider ways in which I might join forces with any of you, even the naysayers, to accomplish objectives upon which we might individually agree. In this sense, then, diversity is an asset.

It’s that easy, folks.

It is really that easy.

Muzzles front.


Barnhardt: They Are Preparing To “Postpone” The Election

From Ann Barnhardt:


Not a joke.

FEMA is moving on this as we speak. [WRSA editor’s note: Note well that it is FEMA in the lead, and not the Federal Election Commission]

They are saying 10 days to restore electricity, and since most voting is done not on a paper ballot but on an electric machine, they very well could get the elections “postponed”.

Read the whole article, but the last two paragraphs are especially chilling:

However, the report theorizes that presidential emergency power could be used to delay an election — specifically, if “attacks, disruptions and destruction are so severe and so dangerous in certain localities, particularly in crowded urban areas, that the President under a rule of necessity may look to protect the public safety by federalizing State national guard and restricting movement and activities in such areas which would obviously affect the ability to conduct an election at those sites.”

Congress could also theoretically step in and pass a law or give that power to the president, the report says. Courts have typically left it up to Congress to set election procedures.

Bracken: Did Obama Withhold Cross-Border Authority?

From Matt Bracken:

Did Obama Withhold Cross-Border Authority?

Please help me.

I am trying as hard as I can to get out the word about cross-border authority (CBA).

I just can’t believe reporters don’t know enough to ask the right questions! It’s infuriating.

Libya, as far as standing down the rescue, is 100% Obama’s show, and nobody else’s. Only he can grant CBA, not Biden, not Panetta, not Dempsey, not Hillary, and certainly not Ham in Germany.

The entire episode is explained perfectly inside the context of not granting CBA. The CIA QRF in Tripoli? No problem, send them on the local Tripoli station chief’s say-so. He merely informs up COC that he has done so. CCs them so to speak. “This is what I am doing.” Ditto if Predators were in country, no problem using them.

But the big rescue air armada streaming toward Libya right away after the alarm got to Stuttgart and Africom? That has to stop. I believe at the 5pm meeting with Panetta and Biden in the Oval Office, he said, “No outside military intervention,” on the basis that the last report was the “lull” from the consulate, at about 1030 p.m. in Benghazi, when the attack appeared to be over and the situation stabilizing.

(As a soft exception, Obama may have authorized sending an unarmed Predator from outside of Libya, but I am thinking the two Predators were already in-country, and hence available to use within “no CBA granted” rules.)

“No outside military intervention” equals “no cross-border authority” and that constitutes “standing orders” until POTUS changes them. Nobody else can “un-decide” the POTUS decree. The rescue air-armada of C-17s, C-130s and SOF helos like MH-47 Chinooks and Pavehawks cannot proceed directly to Libya without CBA being granted, so instead they are all staged at Sigonella, Sicily.

USN ships are in position to “lilypad” helos for long over-water flights. Airborne tankers are coming into position. SOF forces in Sigonella are going over their gear for different contingencies. Fuming all night as officers keep checking in with operational commanders. “Hold in place, no rescue yet. We can’t find the President, it sounds like,” say the colonels to the majors and captains. 100s of military must know about this. I keep waiting for the conclusive whistle-blowers to come forward BEFORE the election. After won’t matter, it will be for the historians.

Panetta is falling on his sword for Obama with his absurd-on-its-face, “The military doesn’t do risky things” defense of no rescue. Panetta is destroying his future reputation entirely, to save Obama. The question is why? Loyalty?

Petreaus was probably “used” in some way early, about the supposed CIA intel link to the Mohammed video, and now he feels burned. So he conclusively said via his PAO, “The stand-down order did not come from CIA.”

Well, what is higher than CIA? Only White House. Obama, nobody else. Petreaus is naming Obama without naming him.

Now, as far as Obama / Huma Abedin / Valerie Jarrett etc actually wanting Ambassador Stevens dead, to terminate the end of the very dirty Libyan arms to Syrian AQ programs, I can’t speculate. Obama is not competent enough, I’m thinking.

But for sure, the ambassador going to unsecure Benghazi on 9-11 of all days stinks to me of a setup. You can bet Stevens would have told the Turks, “No, 9-11 is not a good day for us,” and stayed in Tripoli behind many high and thick walls. For him to go to dangerous Benghazi on 9-11 means the Turks totally insisted, but why would they care about the meeting date, unless they were in on a “hit” as the Judas goat?

Alternatively, ordering Stevens to meet the Turks in Benghazi on 9-11 may have come from down OUR chain of command. Stevens seems to have been wearing two hats as ambassador and CIA arms shipper. Moving between more-secure Tripoli, the Benghazi “consulate,” and the CIA “annex.” So orders to him might come down the State or the CIA commo channels, or both. I am unclear on his job title and true position, but either the CIA or State sends him final instructions. How this works with “dual-hatted” ambassadors, I haven’t a clue.

But Stevens meeting the Turks at the unsecure Benghazi “consulate” on 9-11 stinks to me of a deliberate setup. The Turks left the meeting and probably flashed their headlights to the attack team commanders lurking in shadows. A coded text, a word on a phone, meaning, “The ambassador is there, with minimal security: proceed with the attack plan.”

That is all pure speculation. What I know FOR SURE is that the big “stand down order” issue revolves around granting or withholding cross-border authority.

Every SOF officer and ops officer all the way up has this drummed into his head. We can make Obama respond to this question, even if reporters must shout it at him while he’s doing storm cleanup photo ops. If the reporters KNOW enough to ask the quesion.

That’s why I am shouting all over the internet about CBA.

I can’t believe cross-border authority permission is not one of the top discussion points about Benghazi.

That, and who “set him up” by sending him to Beghazi to meet the Turks on 9-11, with them leaving after dark.

And of course, down the road, was the military rescue-in-progress turned back because Obama actually wanted to make sure the consulate was wiped out? Is that why the spooks at the annex were refused permission to travel the under one mile to intervene? That would connect it all together, but for now, the best focus is on Obama either granting or withholding cross-border authority for the rescue.

Feel free to repost these musings of a long-ago SOF officer anywhere you please.

GoV: Why We Are Afraid – A 1400-Year Secret

Watch the video above, or read the verbatim transcript from Gates of Vienna.

Imagine a totalitarian alliance between the Western Left and the resurgent forces (soft and hard) of Islam.

Add the evolved Russian and Chinese Communist empires, acting via realpolitik in their own interest.

Stir in globalist crony capitalism.

Now stand in front of those collectivists as an advocate for individual freedom, limited government, and religious liberty.

Good luck.

Elect President Fred

Finally – a rational, pro-freedom choice.

Remember it next Tuesday.

Ten Questions For Max Velocity

Bill Buppert of ZeroGov interviews Max Velocity, author of Contact! and Rapid Fire!


Citizen’s Guide To The 2011 Financial Report Of The United States Government

Read it and weep, knowing that these data are what the PTB will admit in public.

Got tribe?

Got growing skills?

(h/t Jim Sinclair’s Mineset)

The Patriot Game: On The Tolerance Of Allies – Past, Present, And Future

If you have been at the patriot game over the past several years or longer, you will have witnessed human nature at some of its peacetime worst.










“Con artist!”

“Jew lover!”



et cetera ad nauseum.

Nor do I expect behavior to improve as the noose tightens.

I, too, have poured fuel on such fires from time to time.

But think, for a moment, on what kind of support will be needed as “cold” statism morphs into “hot” tyranny in the coming days, weeks, months, and years.

In the end, does a fleeing freedom fighter really give a tinker’s damn about the politics of one who sincerely offers aid, refuge, and assistance?

In the end, every reader of this blog is going to need a lot more help in being an effective Resistance fighter than you have now.

As you go forward, think of all of the people, now unknown to you, who are sympathetic to your cause and who will lend you support.

– The old lady in the pew ahead of you in church on Sunday.

– The Goth chick with the tattoos, piercings, and adolescent bad attitude who just wants everyone to leave her the eff alone.

– The Fed whose politics have evolved along the same lines that your views deepened and matured over time.

– The single mom who senses that no matter what she does, her kids are going to be slaves.

– The nerdy teenage boy who spends countless hours online reading about the coming catastrophe.

– The crippled old man with the drawer full of unpapered pistols.

– The secretary inside the local stooge palace who knows what kind of people her bosses are.

– The college professor who can point to the stooges on his campus.

– The cousin who doesn’t really understand politics but who lives the creed that “blood counts”.

Note that I am not saying to throw all OPSEC/COMSEC issues to the wind.

Be prudent always.

But what I am urging is that as times become ever more serious, put aside the childish insults and personal vendettas.

Think hard about the 20 Questions and their kin.

Be honest with yourself about what you will need to survive (or to be operationally effective, if survival is not on your list), and how far you really are from that goal.

Build your networks.

Know your neighbors – for good and for bad.

Understand that there are hundreds of thousands of allies who can be educated and recruited to help you resist tyranny.

And if someone chooses a different path of resistance than the one you have selected, wish them luck rather than cursing them.

They may even be right.

Prepare for a very long and very hard war.

You already have more than enough enemies.

And more are on the way.

Try to avoid making more by your imprudent words and deeds.

And I will try to do the same.

UPDATE 0855 EDT 29 OCT 2012: Clarified recap of thesis here.

Porretto: The Climax

Fran gives a big-picture sitrep.

Note especially well the comments by Martin McPhillips, author of Corpse in Armor.

There is no fate but what we make.


Towards More Effective Violence

AmMerc replies to Oleg.

Like any tactic, the ability to deliver accurate rifle fire is moot without the will to use that skill.

Deterrence has failed, people.

Conflict will follow.

Denial will kill.

Ready on the right?

UPDATE 1815 EDT 28 OCTOBER 2012: See also AmMerc’s latest.

DumpDC: Escape From America

Plan B?

You have one, right?

Praxis: Exercise In Tech Savvy

Read and do, please.

Thanks to Cato the American for this work.

More USMC/Civilian LEO Training

AP advises on more cross-training.

I am sure it is just to keep people safe.

[/sarc off]

Deeper and Broader

The Executive Order.

Speculation thereon.

You make the call.

Even if completely BAU, the new EO demonstrates how deep and broad the FedGov police state plans to penetrate into the institutions of the FUSA.

Alea iacta est.

Darkness Descending In England

H/t to GoV for their link to this AmThinker piece by Pam Geller on the recent arrests of EDL leaders Tommy Robinson and Kevin Carroll, along with British Freedom Party leader Paul Weston.

Thank Ford such a thing could never happen here in Lee Greenwood-land.

AP: Leadership And The One-Way Radio


My two cents?

Especially where there is a leadership vacuum (regardless of origin) – if you do not lead, you and your people are FUBAR.

Own it, folks.

There is no cavalry which will be riding to the rescue.

There are multiple forces who want to take your stuff, hurt your people, and kill you.

You and your people (in family, tribe, and clan) are all that stands between today and Catastrophe.

As Grenadier1 lists repeatedly in comments:


Tempus fugit.

AmMerc: ‘Conspiracy Theory’? Or Connecting The Dots?


It’s just right-wing paranoia.

[/sarc off]

Mosby: Escape & Evasion Operations, Part One


One of several key grafs:

…[Q]uit being a pussy, get out from your mom’s basement, off the fucking internet, and develop real-world networks that will allow you to develop trust in relationships with like-minded people, and then start developing contingency plans for what you or they will do if shit gets ugly, and you need to bug-out. Even if they don’t have the resources to provide you a “bug-out location,” they may serve as an en route layover/safe house. Quit being a little mouse in the corner, afraid that everyone you meet that seems to be politically awake is some sort of bad guy secret agent)…

Thanks, as always.

Bracken: Obama Was Asleep

From Matt Bracken:

Matt Bracken 10-25-2012

The biggest stench from the Benghazi fiasco is that it is beginning to smell like Obama went “nighty-night” to rest up for Las Vegas, instead of manning up in the Situation Room and seeing the crisis through and (had he only been awake) ordering a rescue mission.

In Benghazi, after 6-8 hours enduring a few “Fort Apaches,” with running street battles in …
between, (like a mini Blackhawk Down), the living Americans must have been thinking, “Any minute now, here come the helicopters! Just hang on!”

But they didn’t. So even though Delta had forward staged to Sigonella Sicily (rumint) from base in Germany, nobody was willing or able to pull the trigger and send a rescue force. Or even a few F-18 supersonic flybys, to bust windows and warn, “Here comes American airpower, and you camel jockeys know what that means.” Just as a morale booster it would have helped the besieged staffers.

But it was never sent, not even a lousy supersonic low-level flyby. One hour from bases in Italy, max.

Here is the deal. The military automatically does a lot on its own, under standing orders and SOPs. The minute they see that the consulate is under attack, and the ambassador and others are in a “safe room” hiding, it becomes TOP priority. Every other mission aborts or slaves over to support any possible rescue.

At that moment when the critical incident alarm messages start ringing, military steps happen on autopilot in real time. Everybody in the Navy and USAF chain of command swings into a crisis contingency plan mode. What ships are closest? Helicopters? Marines? Delta is in Germany? Get them moving right now. Where is closest? Sigonella, for now. It’s NATO, no permission needed, just fly.

En route in C-17s, the D-boys would even be prepping for an immediate action rescue mission, that is, the C-17s will fly directly to some desert road outside of Benghazi, and here comes “The Raid On Entebbe,” done in crisis mode, canned actions, but they would do it. They practice for these exact scenarios, and leave gear staged for them.

They would coordinate with fighters out of Italy, mid-air-refueling platforms start shifting, it’s a huge show that swings into action for thousands of miles around Behghazi. The ongoing consulate attack is JOB ONE, the only job. VIPs will be tossed off of planes at remote runways if they need that platform.

Or Marines on amphibious ships in the central Med, (if any were available), would also be put on the real-time options board. We used to have a “Amphibious Ready Group” of about 3-5 USN gator freighters, including a helo carrier like a Tarawa class. They carry an entire battalion of USMC, plus SEALs etc, with helos and Ospreys to carry them all. (But not at once.) Where was our ARG? Does our Navy have enough ships for that mission any more?

But while all of that military staging would have happened/did happen during the 6-8 hour battle at the consulate and annex, what the military cannot do on their own say-so is cross an international border without an order from the NCA, the National Command Authority, and that means POTUS, Obama.

Only POTUS can authorize a cross-border hostile mission. That is, guns clear, no official permission from the Tripoli govt (if it really exists outside State Dept fantasies.)

Only one man can pull that trigger and say, “GO!” Obama.

(But for America to act “unilaterally” would have meant the bogus Libyan Arab Spring and so-called new Libyan Unity Govt. that we were propping up didn’t really exist. Libyan sovereignty must be held sacrosanct, even the false image of one, where in reality, Al Queda is top dog in Libya. Even when an Al Queda offshoot is your external “security,” namely, “The 17th of February Martyrs Brigade.” IOW, the White House thought they had a “deal” with AQ in Behghazi, since we were helping to run weaponry from Libya to their pals in Syria. So there was an “institutional bias” at State against crossing the border on a rescue operation sin permisso.)

Anyway, be that as it may, no General or Admiral will order the Marines ashore, or a Delta raid or even an F-18 or F-16 low-level supersonic flyby. They can not and will not cross a border without a clear-cut order from POTUS via the NCA. Not even Hillary can make that decision. Only Obama.

But no order came, as of midnight in DC. And then none would come. Because the POTUS retired for the night with a “do not disturb” sign on his door, punted, and went to bed, to be well rested for Las Vegas.

While his ambassador was off the U.S. radar, missing, at that moment possibly being dragged down a Benghazi street or even raped. But that is when Obama went to bed. Midnight in DC is 0600 in Beghazi.

That is the greatest scandal of Benghazi. The POTUS slept through it, while all around the world, military forces were poised for the Raid on Entebbe or any other damn thing the POTUS ordered them to do. (And the were raring to go, believe me.)

But the POTUS said, “We’ll discuss it further in the morning,” and then he went to bed around midnight in DC, 0600 in Benghazi, with a missing ambassador and a full-blown crisis in full mega flap.

He punted. He went to bed.

God help us.

I think that’s the big secret they are keeping. The President went to bed, with his lost Ambassador being dragged through streets.

Obama went to bed.

AmMerc: Talk Through Rehearsal

The American Insurgency continues…

ZeroGov: Michael Collins and the Eight Hundred Year Occupation

Resistance by a non-state soldier.

Lessons to be learned, especially if you read the cited works at the end of the article.

Bracken: Trapping Feral Pigs and Other Parables of Modern Life

From Matt Bracken:

Professional trappers don’t catch fast-breeding and destructive feral pigs using hunting dogs and guns, or in little traps one or two at a time. The wily pigs quickly learn to evade humans after such fleeting contacts. So how do the pros trap entire feral pig herds, eliminating them all, from granddads to piglets, in one go?

They feed them, most generously. They kill them with kindness.

First, in a clearing in the woods, the trappers build an enclosure about twenty feet on a side and four feet high, made of stout wire mesh. There is an opening on each of the four sides of the pen. The pen is loaded with corn and other pig favorites. At first, the suspicious hog honchos will send in a few of the little ones as scouts. The scouts come and go at will, eating to their piggy satisfaction, until eventually suspicions die and they are joined by every other member of the herd right up the chain of command. The pigs soon come to believe that if nothing bad has happened to them after entering the strange wire enclosure full of corn, then nothing bad will ever happen. Their “normalcy bias” kicks in very quickly.

Soon, the pigs can’t imagine any other life. Rooting for tubers? An unpleasant task of the forgotten past. Nightly the herd eagerly trots to the free corn in the pen, and they fail to notice when one of the openings has been closed off with another panel of wire fencing during the day. Pigs are said to be as smart as dogs, but neither can count to four. Nor are the closings of the second or third openings much noticed. Finally, all that remains for the trapper to do is to install a powerful spring-driven trap door above the last opening. The entire tribe of formerly wary feral hogs once again enters the pen, and with a metallic clang their miraculous corn nirvana turns into a death trap.

The moral of the story: If it looks too good to be true, it probably is. Don’t go inside the “free corn” pen, not even when all the doors are open. Free food is as dangerous as the sirens’ song to ancient mariners. It is all too easy to get used to being fed, and then to miss the exits closing one at a time.

2. The Turkeys and Farmer Brown

Pigs are Einsteins compared to turkeys. Turkeys are so stupid that care must be taken to prevent them from killing themselves by accident. For example, if incorrectly stimulated, they might stampede into a corner of a feeding lot and trample many of their brethren to death in their urgency to follow the herd.

If turkeys think at all, they think of Farmer Brown as “the food man” or “the food god.” So you can imagine their simple and unreserved joy at seeing the food man arriving to dispense the daily manna. For 364 straight days they believe they are living in turkey heaven, and they worship the food man, until on day 365 he unexpectedly takes an ax to their necks. (Hat tip to Nassim Nicholas Taleb and his seminal book, “The Black Swan.” If you have not yet read it, you are way behind the learning curve. It’s waiting for you at your local library.)

The moral of the story: If somebody is feeding you every day and asking for nothing in return, give an occasional thought to his motives and his possible end plans. Not everybody that feeds you loves you. The normalcy bias can kill you.

3. The Buffalo Jump

Native American Indians hunted on foot before the arrival of Spanish horses in North America. Bows and arrows and spears were not showstoppers against stampeding herds of bison, each weighing up to a ton. The Indians understood bison much better than the bison understood the Indians, however, and so the bison repeatedly failed to discern that all the pesky humans waving flags and setting grass fires were funneling them into a narrow draw and then to a yawning cliff, with squaws and children waiting below to commence the butchery.

The moral of the story: If you are being stampeded and funneled, it might be toward disaster, not away from it. Take any exit and go another direction. Read about the Greek city of Smyrna in 1922 to see a human Buffalo Jump in action.

4. The Lemmings

The lemmings we are interested in are the small furry rodents that live on islands around Norway. For most of history, their mass charges into the frigid waters were seen as some kind of group suicide. Today, they’re understood to be the result of the little rodent’s rapid gestation period kicking into high gear during rare periods of abundance of seed grasses sprouting madly during particularly mild arctic summers. In a matter of months the lemming population explodes, but eventually every last seed is eaten, and not another seed will appear until after the passage of the long arctic winter. The starving rodents packing the small islands can either die in place or undertake a desperate swim to greener pastures on other islands beckoning in the distance.

The moral of the story: There doesn’t need to be a pig trapper or a turkey farmer in the equation to cause a mass die-off event; nature can do it all on her own. And nature doesn’t care about your schedule, or your personal problems.

5. The Land Crab Massacre

One day in Puerto Rico a platoon of Navy SEALs had to drive in a few trucks and vans to an isolated rifle range way out in some swampy corner of the Roosevelt Roads Naval Base, now sadly closed. A few miles of gravel road paralleled the Caribbean shore, with mangrove trees close on both sides of the narrow track. You had to access this rifle range at certain times during the daily tidal cycle, or the road might be under water. The frogmen spent the day shooting guns and blowing things up, then at sunset packed up the trucks for the quick run back to their beloved NavSpecWar Det Caribbean.

Truck headlights illuminated a moving sheet of land crabs, migrating from the ocean toward the land for the night. Land crabs have a body about the size of a fist, and one claw as big as a Maine lobster’s. They were so tightly packed that you could not toss a hat into their midst without hitting two or three: a near solid mass of them covering a mile of gravel road and the mangrove swamps on both sides. All the SEALs could do was drive over them in their government trucks, pulverizing thousands of them, maybe millions, leaving two wide swaths of crushed crab, crackling and squishing beneath our tires for a mile.

On the return trip to the range the next day, not a sign remained of the land crab holocaust. The smashed crustaceans had been immediately devoured by their erstwhile kin, who were probably happy that the hard work of shell-cracking had already been done by Goodyear tires. A mile-long crab massacre was followed by a cannibal feast that left no trace, overnight.

The moral of the story: Don’t be caught in the middle of a mass migration where you have no room to maneuver independently. Any outside force, or your neighbors, can smite you at will. Like Desert Storm’s “Highway of Death,” refugee columns attract warbird attention the way that honey attracts flies. History is full of refugee columns being strafed, on purpose or through mis-identification. Or like the bison, refugee columns can be herded into traps, and the individual refugee can do nothing to prevent it. This is a paradoxical case where the normally presumed “safety in numbers” is a deadly betrayer instead of a savior. Given a choice, going it alone beats The Buffalo Jump every time, but it’s very hard to bolt from the herd.

6. The Rat Flood

This occurs in northeastern India and parts of Burma. Only in the last century was this bizarre cycle of human famine following unexplained super plagues of rats finally understood. It turns out that forests of a certain bamboo species go into a wild explosion of fruiting, producing seed nuts on a 48-year cycle, a trick of nature that had been missed until the middle of the 20th century. Intrigued by the half-century cycle of human famines reported in 1862, 1911, and 1959, modern scientists finally noticed the link between the famines and the bamboo tree cycle. By 2006, the next time the bamboo began to fruit, they were on hand to observe the complete phenomenon.

The superabundance of nuts every 48 years leads to an explosion in the population of Asian black rats, which live in the bamboo forests. Because of their rapid breeding cycle, the number of rats per acre shoots up to astronomical levels, eventually the entire mega-crop of nuts is consumed, and a lemming-like mass starvation follows.

Millions of starving rats break out from the forests in what the local people call the Rat Flood. The onrushing solid tide of scurrying rats destroys entire crops in the ground and attack unprotected granaries, leading to an immediate human famine. Millions of dying, dead and decaying rats add to the misery by polluting streams and causing other intensely nasty sanitary problems. A once-every-48-years bamboo nut super-fruiting leads to millions of rats and then to human famine.

The moral of the story: If subtle connections are missed, a radical new situation may at first wrongly be considered a Black Swan Event. But sometimes the Black Swans can be seen in advance, if seemingly unconnected links and mechanisms are properly understood. And if you’re not sure what a Black Swan Event is, you definitely need to read the book.

7. Lions, Hippos and Crocodiles

Certain stretches of African rivers dry up from time to time, stranding all the water-dependent creatures in a new desert-scape dotted with evaporating ox-bow lakes. During the normal times of plentiful water, hippos and crocs are the masters of the riverine environment. Lions and elephants interface with them at the edges, but pose no challenge to the undisputed lords of the river.

That is, until the water level drops during a severe drought cycle, and the last stagnant ponds dry to cracked mud. Then the crocs and hippos, already starving and dehydrated, must bolt overland to discover another pond or river extension. Few of them moving cross-country in the desert heat live to see another waterhole. Their overland fatality rate is lemming-like, as lions, hyenas and vultures swarm in when they finally drop to the earth.

The moral of the story: Don’t be a hippo if your stretch of river might dry up. Be adaptable to many environments, not just the master of one that might prove to be impermanent. Better yet, be a bird, able to fly away to a safe location as conditions on the ground change for the worse. Have an agile mobility plan—or two or three.

8. Hungry Horses

If you read a lot, you will run across these stories a few times a year. As a recurring phenomenon it’s not as well known as some of the others, but it happens often enough to merit attention. Do an internet search on starving horses, and you will find many such sad stories. Typically, a utility company repairman, meter reader, contractor or salesman will visit a remote ranch or farm and be horrified at the sight of dozens or more starving horses or cows. There may even be dead livestock on the ground. The witness informs the sheriff, who comes out and arrests the land owner for animal cruelty and other charges.

The land owner will usually end up doing prison time, often for what he believes was no crime. He was merely doing the best he could, but times were hard. He had lost his job or been injured, but bottom line, he couldn’t afford trips to the feed store. They were just plain hungry times, they were all hungry, but the livestock would fatten up again just as soon as he got enough money for the feed, or the drought ended and greened up the fields. And it’s going to rain any day now.

This dynamic recalls Confederate Major Henry Wirz, the commander of the open-air POW camp at Andersonville, Georgia. Everybody was hungry, civilian, military and prisoner. They were hungry times. There was no food to give the detainees. Nobody had a plan for the Union POWs, except to corral them in a given location. In the year before April 1865, nearly one-third of the 45,000 Union prisoners died. Wirz was hanged in Washington late in 1865, after one of the first American war-crime trials, yet to this day many believe he got a raw deal. After all, his apologists say, he was doing the best he could under the terrible circumstances.

The moral of the story: The guy who is starving you may sincerely be trying to feed you, but his best efforts might not be enough. In the end, if you are penned in, you can be killed by simple starvation and neglect, requiring no directly malign intention by your captors. Starvation just happens naturally when insufficient food is coming into the enclosure.

9. The Crazy Cat Lady

When the stink of the crazy cat lady’s house sufficiently annoys the neighborhood, she is either found inside dead, or if she is still alive she must be taken away to the crazy old people’s home. After the surviving starved cats are taken away by folks in hazmat suits, her house will often be burned down to prevent the spread of disease. Most of the rescued cats are too far gone and must be euthanized at the animal shelter.

Yet her motives were perfectly pure! The crazy old lady truly loved her pets. She could not bear to imagine them out in the cold rain, hungry and alone, so she invited them inside. Imagine that you are the fifth or sixth cat adopted into her warm and dry house. An old stray would consider himself to have landed in cat paradise. Soft rugs, plentiful food, and a kind human hand await inside. Purrr-fect. It’s a great deal even if you are the tenth cat invited inside, but not so great when you are the two hundredth and the inside population is breeding unchecked. The crazy old cat lady, in spite of her very good intentions, ends up presiding over the feline version of Auschwitz, a true death machine, killing her beloved cats slowly by starvation, dehydration, and disease.

The moral of the story: Good intentions don’t mean squat if you trap other living beings inside an enclosure and then you can’t feed them in perpetuity. The holocaust that results is still on you. Expressed good intentions about your trapped population will not be accepted. “I was doing my best to help them” will ring as hollow a defense as “I was just following orders.” North Korea comes to mind as a very large enclosure.

10. The Grasshopper and the Locust

Grasshoppers are the same creature as locusts, but as population density and crowding increase, the small green insects undergo a morphological change caused by increasing tactile stimulation that leads to new hormonal releases. Little Jiminy Cricket will more than double in size, take on a darkened and armored appearance, and develop effective flying wings. The morphing locusts will breed even more often, in preparation for their famous swarming behavior.

The tiny grasshoppers, instead of accepting the fate of other overpopulated, starving species, turn into warrior invaders and take wing to go in search of greener pastures, leaving famine and death in their wake. An emergency breakout plan is part of their DNA.

The moral of the story: Soft and timid little creatures can turn fearsome and go on the warpath if their very survival is at stake. Even a weak and normally helpless neighbor can become a danger if his survival is at stake, especially if he joins a gang where he benefits from strength in numbers.

Larger Lessons

If somebody else is feeding you—even if you entered the community or the building of your own free will, even if all the doors and gates are currently open or unlocked—you may already be living in your future prison. All it takes is a change in management to turn your Holiday Inn into San Quentin. Like the feral pigs, you might find that the exits are all sealed off, and the free food was meant only to lure you in and fatten you for slaughter.

If you are kept in an enclosure, even if you are currently being fed with food brought in from outside, you are living at the mercy of the status quo. The benevolent dictator who satisfies your needs may be replaced overnight by Caligula or Stalin. Your Holiday Inn might be sold to or taken over by the next Nazi SS.

Or authority might be abdicated entirely, leaving prisoners starving in their pens and cells; think Baghdad Zoo after the 2003 American invasion. A power vacuum, such as occurs when the crazy cat lady becomes infirm, can be as deadly to a trapped population as the turkey farmer and the pig hunter are to their own deliberate target populations.

Creatures that are able to flee starvation will do so.

If presented with an impossible barrier, they might attempt a lemming-like swim, or head across desert terrain like hippos fleeing the last dried-up pond. But they will try. They will not starve in place.

Or starving millions may break out and appear like a sudden refugee tidal wave, as is the case with the Rat Flood in India. Or the millions might turn warlike and break out violently like locusts, bent on temporary conquest and laying waste to the land in their search for sustenance. But few creatures will starve to death quietly in their dens. Social ecologists will ignore this lesson at their peril.

Most of these parables involve a densely packed population that undergoes a cutoff in their food supply that is too rapid to permit them an adjustment period. The more densely packed the population, the more likely that when their food is abruptly cut off, they will attempt to break out in search of new food sources.

Urban areas in the United States and other countries present many risks similar to some of the parables cited above. America has somehow evolved a system for artificially maintaining the lives of millions inside open-air prisons, with free food dispensed to the voluntarily semi-incarcerated. It is all too easy to grow dependent on free food, as the feral pigs might attest. Turkeys don’t know any better, being born in captivity, but the same fate awaits them at the end of the free-food line.

Today we have become a nation of slaves.

One group is made up of the wage-slaves, working for the government so that politicians can dispense largesse to their pet interest groups in return for their votes. Fifty million Americans are currently enslaved on the Electronic Benefit Transfer (EBT) food-stamp plantation. The masters of both the producers and the moochers are the looters “employed” in the government sector, robbing Peter to buy Paul’s vote in order to raise taxes on Peter yet again. Combined, the looters and the moochers will always outnumber the producers, until some population-altering event disrupts the status quo. (Hat tip to Neil Boortz for his looters, producers, and moochers trichotomy.)

The urban population density is obviously high, with no possibility of providing its own food through local agriculture. In the event of a food supply disruption, such as a breakdown of the EBT system, it is very likely that a large part of the urban population will break out in search of food rather than quietly starving in place after all the supermarkets and other nearby food sources are looted.

Like restarting a diesel engine with an air-locked fuel line, getting the food supply system of a city running again cannot be done by turning a key and stomping on the accelerator. The diesel engine air-lock must be tediously purged and the injectors bled. This takes time, and there is no shortcut method, no matter your state of desperation to get the engine running. The “just in time” food supply system and our lack of old-fashioned food warehouses will worsen the air-lock in the broken food supply. It will be extremely tricky to restart the food supply conveyor into an out-of-control city in the thrall of deadly food riots. The hungry population may break out in anger before the authorities are able to introduce some type of emergency feeding plans. In fact, the desperate rioting mobs, paradoxically, will be the main impediment to delivering the food. FEMA might rescue one or a few cities, but will be impotent if the food supply crisis is widespread and many cities are affected.

In normal times our urban inhabitants are free to come and go at will. But cities are usually divided into manageable sections by highways, railroad trunk lines, rivers, ravines, steep mountainsides and other manmade or geographical features. The authorities, or those living in areas adjoining the boroughs experiencing starvation, may or may not permit free entry or passage of hungry refugees. If the authorities or suburban vigilantes wish to stop the breakout of the starving masses, it will have to be done with extreme force, if it can be done at all.

Roughly, these are the three alternatives facing those who find themselves in an urban area when the outside supply of food stops:

1. Die in place like the neglected horses or the felines trapped in the crazy old cat lady’s house of horrors. This only happens to captive populations, but it happens. Some armed force might be guarding the bridges and highways around your ‘hood, with strict orders to “contain the problem.” The Warsaw Ghetto could become the model for ultimate urban renewal and a radical rebalancing of the moocher-to-producer population ratio. As with the crazy old cat lady’s putrid house, fire may be the cleanser of choice. Again, read about Smyrna in 1922.

2. Attempt relocation too late, like the lemmings and the hippos. This was the fate of many of the Jews in Germany, the Armenians and Greeks in Turkey, and the Christians in the Middle East today. The human normalcy bias is so strong that it’s difficult for most people to understand, after a few peaceful generations, that bad can go to worse and then to fatal in a few unexpected jumps. Jews, Armenians and Greeks all clung to the belief that things could only get better—until it was too late to flee successfully. The Copts in Egypt may be the next population of Christians marched into a desert to die, while the world watches.

3. Break out, like the bamboo forest rats and the locusts in search of more nutrition in the next valley. But don’t expect to be welcomed in the next county if you are forced into a mass refugee exodus. Instead, you will be considered a plague of hungry locusts, and locusts are exterminated whenever possible. When you move into the hinterland you may find crude signs posted stating that Trespassers Will Be Shot On Sight. Signs put up by very serious hard-eyed people with more scoped deer rifles than EBT cards among them.

It will now be pointed out that there are more rural than urban users of the EBT system. This may be true in absolute numbers, but it is not important. There is a reason why the parables in this essay focus on situations where population densities are high when the food-rug is pulled out from under. Out in the wider country, there is a likelihood of the former EBT user moving in with other rural kin. Truck gardens and farmer’s markets are not such a distant memory, and arable land is plentiful. A deer or a pig might wind up over a fire. “A country boy can survive,” to quote one modern philosopher.

But there will be no surviving within the urban death traps when the seemingly perpetual food conveyor grinds to a halt for any of a number of causes. The only question is, will the EBT urban plantation slaves die in place, penned in by suburban rifle fire or other means, or will they break out in a starving flood? Possibly even with government help, on government buses? To be taken to whatever wire-fenced FEMA camp enclosure awaits them—or perhaps to your local high schools as a “temporary” measure?

Either way, what an unholy mess we find ourselves in. Our urban plantation population of EBT slaves has become a Damocles Sword hanging above the greater society. That perpetual food conveyor had better not experience a hiccup—for any reason—or in an eye blink there will be unholy hell to pay. Wise citizens will carefully consider the meta-terrain around them for future Black Swans, Black Swans that in reality might be located at the intersections of already understood natural phenomena and the unintended consequences of social experimentation gone disastrously wrong.

The final moral of the story: Don’t live in—or near—a densely populated enclosure where all the food is brought in from outside, even if today the exit doors are all open.

(And now I will be called the usual pejoratives by the usual politically correct imbeciles, who would condemn a child for noticing that a too-swiftly receding ocean tide might be a tsunami warning. “Don’t ever mention tsunamis!” the imbeciles will shout. “It is forbidden! Tabu! Haram! If you mention tsunamis, you will bring them!” Wise people ignore these imbeciles and press on with learning, and warning.)

Dysfunctional, Dishonest, Insane, And Intolerable


Embrace the horror.

Vote Obamney 2012.

The Destruction Of European Democracy

Colonel Bunny comments on this new book by Czech President Vaclav Klaus.

Consider also this video by UKIP MEP Nigel Farage, courtesy of ZH:

Coming soon, to a continent near you.

More Of The Honest Conversation

“He done did it. He ruined it for us. White people don’t feel guilty no more and won’t do stuff for us now.”

Of course, forty years ago, one could write something like the following and not get Derbyshired out the nearest window:

Mau-Mauing The Flak Catchers

Equal justice under the law.

Two From Lizard Farmer

The Death Of Freedom

On Colonels, Sergeants, And Privates

Forecast for 2013:


SHTF School: Violence Is The Easy Part

Selco shares about a much-neglected form of preps.

Mental toughening is an essential component of getting by.

Are you doing what you can with the time remaining?

On Non-Violence

From the “How’s that working out for ya?” files:

On the Taliban shooting of Malala Yousafza: Pakistani human rights activists need to stop believing in American fairy tales

The Limits Of Myth

Bad people the world over — Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, atheist, statist, and any other flavor of “ist” — stop only when they are stopped.


Key graf from the second piece for contemplation:

…But nonviolence is a useful myth, she argues, because it gives diplomats an excuse not to act. It makes a virtue of doing nothing by characterizing it as actively breaking the cycle of violence and counseling that eventually the tyrant will die of shame.

But not before you die of a bullet…

Any questions?

The Coming Global Disorder

An excellent big-picture piece, albeit with an overly-hopeful ending.

These are historic days, campers.

Just make sure you survive long enough to tell tales of what you did when the World collapsed.