Monthly Archives: November 2013

Signal Corps: Your Comms Questions Answered

Read it all.

And check out these babies while you’re at it.

Christmas Rifle Raffle

Get your entries here.

Good luck.

Max V: On Sailing Away

Read it all.

Fair winds and following seas.

Signal Corps: Link Dump

Arousing Pictures

Fox Tango

Digital Data Modes – A Little Bit of History & Stuff

“…the power which knowledge provides, and how interesting solutions come to light when the situation demands them….”

Make Sparks31 a daily read.

And basis for action.


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This Guy Is Going To Own You

Sparks31 explains.

Man makes.

Man breaks.

Breaky easier.

“In the end we shall shoot you”

Fran explains why.

There is no cringing one’s way through what is coming.

Not for those around whom future resistance (of whatever kind) can coalesce.

“Grey man” is only a tactic – not a strategy.

Either Team Freedom wins, or Team Collectivism wins.

In the latter case, they will kill – via whatever means necessary – everyone born before 1970 or so.

They must do so.

We simply know too much.

So, now that you know how it ends if the Bad People prevail, let’s get back to work.

And never, ever die alone.

Live free.

Die hard.



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Via the Twitter feed of Tammy Bruce.

Spread The Word

A reader sends this cri de coeur:

Spread the word.
Do the one thing that the ruling class and their sycophants can not survive.
Withdraw consent.
All you have to do is believe they represent illegitimate power.
Not much to it really.
Change in thinking, add a bit of reason, a minor grasp of the intent of our system of rule of law, and it becomes preference and culture.
Quietly mention it to everyone in the sphere of your life.
The truth becomes self apparent to those who have open minds.
Change one mind, you change the world.

Politically, crisis of legitimacy is political assassination of those who hold power through illegitimate means.
The elites can not survive a plurality who withdraws consent.

The folks in the liberty movement who advocate the movement of the 3 percent are far more prescient than they may know.
Where consent of the people is politically critical for the elites to hold onto power.
A cascade of preference among the governed, just regular people like us, who withdraw consent, is the most dangerous political force possible the ruling class faces.
Nothing represents as existential a threat to power, continuation of that power, the entire system of tyranny and corruption, the elitists have created, as loosing legitimacy in the minds of we the people.
Not our arms, our rule of law, revolution, political assassination via the vehicle of impeachment, nothing has the power of secession of political thought among the governed as withdrawal of consent to legitimacy of what our republic has been turned into by the ruling classes.
It is not only those who come up for election, but the people who really run things who don’t ever come up for re-election who require consent of the people for the elected in order to have the power to rule over us.

Hence it is not only the elected we deny consent thus legitimacy, it is the insidious rule of the unelected permanent bureaucracy.

It only requires an act of withdrawal of support for the status quo among consenting adults to achieve change in the thinking of the body of the people.
Once a plurality begins to believe, not only what is possible, but in itself as a force that is righteous, it begins to take on a political emphasis. It self perpetuates. It snowballs. It is culture up stream of politics. It is self perpetuating because by the very human nature of it’s simplicity, this plurality occupies and holds the legitimacy of moral high ground. It is this high ground which gives the advantage of power both political and cultural that supersedes all forms of governance.

Here is the thing.
Millions are looking for a sign, something that is self actualizing, the truth of who and what we are, in this atmosphere of universal deceit, treasonous dissimulation, and corporate system of corruption the elites create and perpetuate.

It is the elites sowing of disorder, doubt, Potemkin fantasy, the shell game system of big lies, crisis as means for manipulating and socially engineering, scandal as camouflage, purposefully deceiving continuously, overwhelming the body of the people, to wear them down, discourage them, disenfranchise them, manipulate them, make some subservient, creating classes of useful dupes, using fear as a lever to manipulate and instill false narratives, obfuscating the truth, creating but a fig leaf of legitimacy, to distract people from the truth it is they themselves who hold all the power. Truth it is the people who grant power. Not the other way around.

And all you have to do is believe.
And if you can, so can others.
It is the people’s sacred prerogative to distinguish what is legitimate and what is not.
There is comfort and security in believing as others, and knowing the truth.

Such a simple thing when the lies and obfuscations are stripped away.
Consent is yours as sure as your soul.
Withdrawal of consent costs nothing.
But it gains everything.
It requires no political party or entity.
You don’t vote for it.
It isn’t granted.
You don’t need permission to use it.
It requires not official sanction.
Indeed, what higher sanction than the natural born law of self determination, free thought, and will.

In that free will lies the beauty and the power of consent. Of the power a plurality possesses naturally, power to change the world. A plurality can not be denied. It’s mere existence would require extermination to do so. It can not be bargained with, because what, is it to bargain to relinquish it’s legitimacy to something illegitimate in the first place? It needs nor requires leadership, for it is the body of the people through it’s awareness, of it’s inherent legitimacy in numbers and thought that leaders are contradictory to the truth we are all born as freemen, and as freeman, we do not require to be led in our beliefs, principles and morals. Is this not the essence of what a freeman is to begin with?

Just imagine if you will the power of a plurality, it’s self awareness, it’s primal right to arm itself not only with truth of sovereignty, but with it’s natural right to possessing arms to defend itself.
It is a tyrants worst nightmare.
It is the stuff that changes the world.

A plurality did just that.
It was 3% of a population of 2.5 million, a plurality of 750,000, who accomplished an unknown feat in 5000 years of humanities history.
It destroyed a great and elitist tyranny and the ruling class power behind it.

Three percent did this. Three quarters of a million American’s fought the most kick-ass, successful revolution in all of history. And not only did this plurality win, against all accepted odds, against an empire that singularly ruled more of the world than any tyranny before or after, it went on to design and create for the very first time in all of history a nation where liberty and intent of the idea of rule of law placed all power of a government upon the simple concept of consent of the people.
A place where more people lived in liberty, than all the people combined in all of history, including those who have lived in liberty in America to this day.

Some contend the republic was flawed from the start. As soon as it began it ceased to be a republic. Well you know what, if so, then it was illegitimate only because people who abused others liberty acted illegitimately. What is the crux of what happened because of a plurality is Liberty lived. And I care not what but that today I am a freeman because of a plurality. I do not give consent to the illegitimate. It is My preference to determine my life, what I believe in, whom/what I give My consent to. Killing me because I refuse consent means I lived, and die a freeman. That is Liberty. That is preference. It is upstream of everything but my faith in God.

What about The III%?

Can the regime of those running things, in order to hold onto power, kill nine and a half million people who withdraw their consent?
Can they kill 3% of the people?
Lets be conservative.
Lets take 3% of the 3 percent:

– 3%
= 285,000

A bit over a quarter of a million American’s, who lets say, are die hard never give up, fight to the last bullet, tooth and nail, to the last man, “give me Liberty or give me death” patriots.

Would a legitimate constitutional government murder 285 thousand American souls because they withdrew consent?

Would a plurality withdraw consent of their government in the face of genocide on American soil due to actions of elected representatives?

Who would be legitimate?

What do you think?

And here we are today.
A plurality is growing, in the face of tyranny again.
It is out there.
It is waiting for you.
It will find you if you let it.
Can you sense it?
Then you are the plurality.

We are a nation today of approx. 315,469,000 people.
315 million Americans.
3% of this population figures out to a plurality of 9,464,070 sovereign Americans.
That is, nine million, four hundred sixty four thousand, seventy people.

No wonder those out to fundamentally destroy America, and those who enable and assist their bidding, are afraid of our arms, the tea party, the liberty movement, anyone who is not cowed or afraid of the monopoly of force or the illegitimate power of the present form of our government.
They are afraid of what the plurality will do to them for what they are doing to the plurality.

They are right to be afraid of the existential threat an aroused plurality represents to their power to rule over us. They are cunning in their pogrom of painting those who constitute the plurality of the people as domestic terrorists and enemies of the state. It is indicative of the extra-constitutional use of lawless diktat and regulatory fiat, that where legitimacy is paramount and systemic as a primal function of our government, there is no need or use of diktat or fiat. Legitimacy is a natural state.

I call our government illegitimate.
I say I withdraw my consent.
I believe those in power have no power because they never had any power to do what they are doing to my country to begin with.
I contend that without my consent, I am the plurality.
I am the plurality because I believe I am not alone.
That there is at least 9 million kindred Freemen just like me.
That right there is the real truth to power.


you are not alone, brothers and sisters
be the plurality
spread the word

Codrea: In Re Sandy Hook

…What should be clear to any honest reviewer [after reading the report] is that so-called “gun-free zones” do not stop determined killers and that the police cannot possibly arrive in time to stop murders in progress. They didn’t even have time to enter the building, let alone clear and secure it…

You are on your own.

Never forget it.

Buppert: Slaying Giants and Guerrilla Force Calculus – Beating the Odds

It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight – it’s the size of the fight (and the brains) in the dog.

Buppert cites two notable examples of that proverb; more detail re Luttow-Vorbeck at Mosby’s shop.

As for the civil affairs side of such a struggle, how about this for a starter?

1) We believe and act upon the principles of the Declaration of Independence.

2) Government, to the extent that it is even necessary, must be effectively and eternally constrained, lest it turn once again into tyranny.

3) We believe that it is each individual’s duty and responsibility to provide all necessary support for oneself and one’s family.

4) Beyond the limitations imposed by traditional laws against murder, robbery, theft, rape, and assault, rightful liberty is unobstructed action according to our will, within limits drawn around us by the equal rights of others.

5) Being essential to the protection and support of ourselves, our families, and our country, no restrictions upon speech, self-defense, arms-bearing, association, worship, private property, parental authority, or the privacy of one’s affairs and writings shall be permitted or tolerated.

You are thinking about building the political basis for resistance, aren’t you?

Tempus fugit.

The Auxiliary

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Read all of the embedded links, please.

Spend some quiet time today (please, Lord, not simply lolling in front of the turkey and the cursed idiotbox) thinking through the second-and-third-order consequences of the following statement:

The country of free men and women living under the rule of law referenced in this WSJ editorial no longer exists. It has been replaced over the past eighty years by a fascist combine of utopians, quasi-intellectuals, short-term-worshipping corporate grifters, ambitious leeches, thieves, ideologues, murderers, lawyers, media bubbleheads, bureaucrats, statists, academics, common thugs, moochers, and other parasites. These vermin seek to control virtually every aspect of daily life, and are well along in the process of realizing that dream.

And yet, despite eight decades spent by those darklings constructing the cathedrals of totalitarianism in America, free men and women still exist. They are accepting the futility of the electoral process, and they are planning to resist, no matter what and by any means necessary, the completion of tyranny across the continent.

What will you do in this ongoing struggle?

What do you need to do in order to achieve those objectives?

What materiel do you need?

What skills do you need?

What improvements in your physical capabilities do you need, and how will you achieve them?

What allies do you need?

What spiritual preparation do you need?


However you can.

No matter what.


Evans-Pritchard: Another Horseman Appears

Something sobering for a feast-day, as AE-P notes the possibility of long-term soil exhaustion and resulting famine via this paywalled Science paper.

Got hugelkultur?

Banzai Thanksgiving

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Thanks to all WRSA readers.

Enjoy the day.

Black Friday: Ammo By The Pound

H/t to TSM for this h/u on an ammo deal that goes live at 0000 est Friday:

What’s Ammo by the Pound?

Our customer service team has been getting a ton of calls from folks asking for Black Friday deals. Well, we can’t blame anybody looking to save a few bucks. The problem is, the way this year’s ammo market has gone, there isn’t much out there we can offer a steep discount on when it comes to ammo.

Then, it hit us: A way for us to offer ammo at a steep discount for shooters and not have to fight off debt collectors to do it.

More often than we’d like, we pull ammo off the delivery truck from a manufacturer and we find blemishes or damage to the packaging itself. Often, it’s nothing major. Maybe the corner of the box was torn or the logo of the ammunition maker was scraped so it’s just not as pretty as what you’d expect.

The rounds are good, the cases are undamaged, and the rounds will function properly but nobody wants to get a banged up box of ammo when they’re paying full price. So, we’re generally forced to scrap the ammo. Our guys take it out of the box, toss the rounds into a barrel, and pile up in the corner calling it “waste”.

We don’t have a ton of it, but it’s been collecting in our warehouse for years and it could be making somebody’s guns really happy. These rounds need a home.

While it would take us years to separate the full metal jacket range rounds from the hollow-point self-defense rounds but we could easily find a way to sort the calibers.

The boys in the warehouse went to work and found a solution.

They bought a few shell sorters and separated out all the calibers and then hand-checked to ensure the sort was done properly. Combined, it’s a lot of ammo in a wide range of calibers. We’re talking thousands of rounds ranging from 9mm to .22 long rifle, to 5.56×45 NATO.

What that means is we have bins of various known calibers unsorted by grain or bullet type. For example, our 9mm round bins contain rounds ranging from full metal jacket to jacketed hollow point, 115 grain to 147 grain, all mixed together in a bit of a hodge-podge. To sort it would cost thousands of dollars but we’d rather pass the savings on to shooters.

From there, each caliber was bagged and placed inside a 30 Cal Plano or 50 Cal ammo can. Now, we have a limited inventory of these rounds available for a price that’s extremely competitive and likely better than what you’ll find anywhere else.

Signal Corps: HF Gear 101



And for those of you wondering about the license question, here’s the last word.

GA Force On Force: Small Unit Tactics II, 7 December, Dawsonville


WHO: All who attended the Level One class + any who think they can keep pace
WHAT: We will be exploring team tactics more extensively, comms, leadership, and patrols
WHEN: Saturday, December 7th, 2013 0800 to 1700
WHY: Because you need better tactics to excel

Old Towne Rd; Dawsonville Ga. 30534
COST: $30.00
WHO CAN ATTEND: Anyone 14 and older
Sponsored by: Team Airsoft

This class will require that the venue have a signed waiver on hand for you prior to your participation in the class. Please bring proper gear for the class, including a water bottle and small first aid kit (bandaids and Neosporin). A second magazine for your AEG/airsoft rifle will be required as we will be instructing on magazine changes.

This is a CLASS, not an open scenario game. There will be force-on-force situations set up in the class but this is primarily a day of instruction and team building, not free for all play.

For more info, contact

Sign up is here.

“You are going to die, and for your sacrifice we are thankful”

Sparks31 sends a harsh but accurate message.

You don’t think you’ll be targeted?

Holy normalcy bias, Batman.

See Ya!

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RITR sends:

Colorado Stooge Resigns Rather Than Face Recall

Hate to be ya!

Sure Glad I Didn’t Miss Anything While I Was Out

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Cold Fury: The Greatest Politician In World History

Porretto: A ‘Masks-Off’ Statement

West: Retired generals critical of Obama say “peaceful civil uprising not out of the question”

You do understand that Billy Beck wasn’t kidding when he said the following back in 2010:

…We now live under The Sucker StateThere will be no voting our way out of this, and that is as it should be, in at least one aspect: free people do not supplicate to government. They become manifest in their actions. In any case, however, whole generations have gone down under the rampant delusion that the sources of life spring from everything but individual human productivity: they believe that government can steal for them forever.

The hideous noise that you hear all around you in this culture, now, is only the beginning intimation of how wrong they are. It is the sound of savages scrambling around the lip of the government cannibal-pot, into which all values must eventually be collected by force and from which they will be dispensed under heavy guard. If you are capable of one moment’s sense and are not a goddamned deliberate liar — like an ex-president — then you can see where this is all going…

Read the whole thing – carefully, for emphasis.

Then get back to work.

I will do the same.



Poster_Glorious_World_Next_Tuesday(Images courtesy of TPC)

UPDATE 1500 EST 27 NOV 2013: Thanks to the readers who chased down the failure of the Billy Beck link above. Have sent a note to Mr. Beck asking if we can help.

UPDATE 0755 EST 28 NOV 2013: Broken link fixed with WRSA mirror post of the original.

Coup d’état, American Style

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NYT: The Senate approved the most fundamental alteration of its rules in more than a generation on Thursday, ending the minority party’s ability to filibuster most presidential nominees

Stormbringer sends.

Tempus fugit.

Generalissimo Jarrett

Buppert: Government Is Deception

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He’s a dirty, lowdown iconoclast.

Read it anyway.

Bracken: Go!

Thanks to RITR for posting this:

Get yourself a thirty-footer and go!

By Matt Bracken


This essay is directed to all freedom-lovers, but primarily to young unmarried American men. (At my age I count thirties as young, and would readily grant special dispensation beyond that.) It’s dedicated to the guides who showed me the stars, and to thirty great years of both calm and stormy weather.

If you are a Millennial who feels that the Land of Opportunity has at least temporarily suspended the offer, leaving you stranded in somewhat less-than-hoped-for circumstances, I’m writing this for you. Maybe you did the Sandbox trip, and maybe you didn’t. Set that aside. Nonetheless, America has left you feeling like an unwanted cat or dog tossed out of the family SUV at a distant highway rest stop. If that’s you, then let me suggest a novel idea for making a fresh start, one that is particularly well suited to a young man in these uncertain times.

A bit of bio for context. I learned to sail on the Chesapeake Bay in the 1960s and ’70s by accepting crewing invitations with a relative here, a friend there. From Sunfish to Hobie Cats to my beloved Aunt Louise’s Columbia 26 Panacea, I knew a sheet from a halyard before I was a teenager. Learning to sail isn’t rocket science, it’s more like learning to ride a bike. From dinghies to schooners, the same principles drive sailboats through the water.

Almost exactly forty years ago when I was a junior in high school, I had the good fortune to spend my Christmas break in the Caribbean aboard the 33-foot wooden sloop Maica with my sister Mary and Dai, my Welsh brother-in-law. Over my vacation we sailed between a half-dozen Caribbean islands and I was first exposed to the cruising scene. This was during the winter of the much-anticipated Comet Kohoutek, and if that name does not ring a bell, you are younger than I am.

Even in 1973, long-distance sailors were already crossing the oceans on everything from steel schooners to ferro-cement ketches to plywood trimarans. Free as the wind is more than just an expression—it’s a way of life for blue-water cruisers! Even then, cruising sailors were producing their own electricity with solar panels and jerry-built wind generators. Diesel engines pushed and powered the boats when the wind wasn’t cooperating.

Other aspects of the cruising life immediately appealed to a young man of sixteen, such as the abbreviated swimwear worn by the suntanned French and Scandinavian girls. I was ready to quit high school and remain in the Caribbean as a hitchhiking sailor, crewing for my berth and board, but Mary and Dai persuaded to finish my education, at least through college, and return to the islands as a boat owner, and not merely as a hand, paid or otherwise.

During a college summer break, I made a trans-Atlantic voyage aboard Maica with my sister and brother-in-law. College led to the Navy, but soon enough I returned to living aboard, first on a 35-foot fiberglass sloop with my young bride, and later on a 48-foot steel cutter of my own construction. I’ve been through the Panama Canal a couple of times and I’ve been around the cruising scene long enough to have learned a few things that might not be common knowledge in your possibly landlocked or frozen neck of the woods.

And as a writer of near-future dystopian fiction, I’ve done considerable research into various historical periods that I believe have lessons for the times in which we are living. Here, then, are a few of them I’d like to pass along. They’re not original to me, but I believe they are worth restating to the next generation.

Sometimes new situations present themselves as special opportunities for certain generations. Leaving the old country for the new world. The 19th century’s Go West, young man! American soldier ex-pats remaining in Europe after both world wars. The Hippie Trail across Asia in the seventies. Each presented a unique opportunity for the generation then coming of age.

Today another set of circumstances presents another generational opportunity, at least for those who will accept the challenge. It involves a glut of perfectly good older fiberglass sailboats, coinciding with an at-best stagnant economy and even worse, the steady erosion of liberty in what we used to call the land of the free and the home of the brave.

I understand that the sentence immediately preceding this one has just lost the interest of 97 percent of my readers up to this point. That’s okay, the essay is not written for you. Go in peace. This essay is for the other three percent.

Still here? Good.

Some believe that America is morphing into a socialist police state. Couple the diminishing freedom with the lack of economic opportunity, especially for today’s non-minority, un-preferred, un-affirmative-actioned and basically unwanted excess of young males, and an obvious question presents itself. Why stick around the States during this dismal stretch of history? Why not see the world instead, or at least be ready to go on a moment’s notice?

Another history lesson. Sometimes “getting out of Dodge” and far away from trouble and tumult is what matters the most. Ask the Greeks at Smyrna in 1922 about the importance of booking a ticket out in time. Ask the Russian “kulaks,” or the European Jews, or the Vietnamese boat people, or Christians in the Middle East today about the importance of having a viable escape plan. History repeatedly teaches that by the time freedom is conclusively lost in a nation, the exits have usually been nailed shut to prevent unauthorized travel by “bad comrades” and various other scapegoats for regime failure.

Back in the 1990s I was tied stern-to the quay wall in the inner harbor at Hilo, Hawaii, during a trans-Pacific pit stop. While there, I met a Russian family closing in on a circumnavigation aboard a rather crude and basic 40-footer. It had taken them a number of years to circle the globe from Vladivostok. Before that, the father had built their rough-and-ready but seaworthy escape pod from the scraps he could scrounge.

These mad Russians set out for the freedom of the outer world while the Soviet Union was imploding and the Russian ruble (along with their savings) was virtually worthless. They didn’t stick around Mother Russia’s Far East to endure the chaos and deprivation accompanying the collapse of the Evil Empire. Instead, they took a flyer and they sailed around the world for five or six years, teaching themselves English and French, home-schooling their small children, and working along the way.

So let me say this to any young American man who has read this far: you have it a lot easier than Ivan and Natasha did, Bucko! Today in America the escape pods are already made for you, and they’re cheaper and more plentiful than ever. Right now there are entire fiberglass forests of suitable mini-yachts going for a song, just ripe for your plucking!

So, maybe it’s time to consider getting off that rat wheel you call a job and sidestep the sideways-eight over to where infinity is represented by 360 degrees of ocean and sky, where foreign ports beckon from every point of the compass. You would be joining the worldwide fraternity of semi-stateless expat nomads who have already been out there for years and decades, living off the grid, always mobile, literally sailing under the radar.

Still here? I thought so.

“So how do I get there, Matt? I’m just a cubicle rat trapped in Philly or Phoenix, and I don’t know the first thing about sailboats. How do I go about pulling this off?”

Well, start with the supply side of the equation. (The demand is your desire.) There has never been a better time to find a seaworthy 30-footer and go sailing. They are everywhere, thousands of them, cheap! Why do I pick that size? Because that’s plenty of sailboat for a young man, or for a fellow with a young bride or girlfriend along for the adventure. Thirty feet is enough sailboat to cross an ocean while creating your own electricity, carrying your own food and water, and most importantly, charting your own course and choosing your destination. It’s a big world out there, and it’s not all going to hell in a handbasket. Just ask Ivan and Natasha.

Can you live aboard an even smaller vessel and safely cross oceans? Certainly, but below 30 feet you will usually sacrifice standing headroom inside your boat, and you won’t be able to convince many young ladies to try living aboard a severely cramped micro-cruiser with an interior like a roomy coffin.

But for the record, very tiny sailboats can safely cross oceans, and this is not a recent phenomenon. Read about John Guzzwell’s epic circumnavigation aboard his homemade 17-foot sloop Trekka way back in the 1950s to understand what is possible. Or read the books written by Robin Lee Graham or Tania Aebi or the many others who have successfully circumnavigated on vessels smaller than the ones we are discussing. And those pioneers did it without GPS or long-range communications! Their books and many more about living aboard sailboats and the cruising life in general are languishing on the shelves of your local library, just waiting to provide insight and inspiration to future ocean sailors.

What about vessels larger than 30 feet? In my opinion, the “sweet spot” for a young bachelor of limited financial means is an older fiberglass sloop (single mast, two sails) between 30 and 35 feet in overall length. If you can afford a 40-footer, by all means go for it. You will be able to carry more stuff, your ride across the ocean waves will be more comfortable, and more members of the opposite sex will be impressed with your lifestyle. But your annual outlay for marina fees, bottom paint and so on will be quite a bit higher. Since you will need a financial “cruising kitty” to live on while sailing, you shouldn’t sink every dollar you have into a bigger boat than you can afford to maintain over the longer term.

Why I am I discussing only fiberglass boats? Because unlike previous generations of rot-prone wooden yachts, with minimal upkeep most fiberglass sailboats just go on and on, decade after decade. There are now a half-century’s worth of fiberglass sailboats still afloat or waiting in boatyards for your inspection. This annually increasing backlog means the prices for sound and solid older boats have been going down for years.

A spanking-new name-brand 30-footer might sell for $150,000 today, yet there are near clones of that shiny new yacht selling for between $10,000 and $50,000, depending upon age, make and condition. Sometimes even cheaper (and usually older or storm-damaged) sailboats can be found. But a remarkable feature of even old fiberglass boats is that in most cases, with the steady application of elbow grease and some basic fiberglass and woodworking skills, they can rapidly be brought back to “like new” condition.

This, then, is the gambit, and why this essay is primarily directed to young single men: in my experience very few young women have a taste for enduring the ordeal of rehabbing an old sailboat from keel to masthead. Fiberglass work is filthy and nasty. It is guaranteed to involve weeks or months of hard, miserable work in stifling hot boatyards. Often while in sweat-soaked Tyvek coveralls with a dirty respirator strapped to your face. Fun? Not.

At the lower financial limit of the possible, you will live aboard your vessel in a DIY boatyard while fixing her up. As each section is refurbished you adjust your living and working areas until your older sloop is once again shipshape. Or you might not care much about the cosmetics, you just want a seaworthy boat that is ready for the ocean, and in that case your time in the boatyard will be commensurately shorter. Some projects can be done after your boat is back in the water, and you will get your first taste of living afloat.

How can this plan be executed, practically speaking? First, you need to do some research on the internet until you are familiar with the makes and models and conditions and costs of fiberglass sailboats built over the last 40 years. Then you should travel to the coastal locations where the boats are found.

Start with eBay and other more specialized websites such as Boat Trader. Then visit working boatyards and roam around—you will learn a lot by observing dozens of boats out of the water. A road trip to visit a string of large marinas and working boatyards along a stretch of coastline would be more advantageous than flying in to inspect one particular boat for sale.

After you make your selection, if the boat of your dreams is not yet ready for the ocean (and she won’t be if you bought her on the cheap), then it makes sense to do the rehab work near her location. Overland truck transport is a possible but very expensive option. Most often, boats in rough shape are fixed up in the boatyard where they were purchased, or they might be launched and towed or motored to another nearby DIY yard offering better rates.

If you can already do yacht painting, fiberglass work, wood joinery, diesel repairs or have other applicable skills, you might even get a day job right in the boatyard where your future dream yacht is located, while you live aboard and fix her up after yard business hours and on weekends. It’s a tried-and-true shoestring financing tactic I’ve seen replayed many times in various boatyards over the decades.

But if you have enough money saved up to work on your boat full time without needing an outside income, the project will move ahead much more rapidly. Working on your boat full time also shortens the number of “lay days” you will spend in the yard, and minimizes your ultimate yard bill. Each day in the yard costs money, and “no cash, no splash” is the policy at every boatyard regarding their tenant boats up on the dry ground. (And why a lot of boats in arrears wind up on the used-boat market at divorce-sale prices.)

If you can move your yacht to a friend’s back lot, warehouse or dock where you will not be charged rent, you will save even more money. However, it’s not a trivial matter to haul a 30-foot sailboat over the road, so in most cases, you will initially do the work in the boatyard where you discovered and bought your vessel. Depending on the purchase cost, your marketable skills and other factors, it’s reasonable to estimate that a bachelor on a very tight budget might need six months to get an old sloop ready for the ocean again.

On the other hand, if you can afford an outlay of $30,000–$50,000, you can buy a “turn-key” sailboat that is cruising-ready from day one. This also opens up more options to those who could not or would not contemplate months of filthy boatyard work, including, of course, many gung-ho women sailors bent on the cruising life. If you have an even higher budget, boats over 40 feet become an option. How much equity do you have in that unloved mortgage trap where you currently hang your hat?

A caveat: if your physical limitations mean that sailing the ocean waves is not a realistic option, then sidestep again over to my other top recommendation. Substitute “houseboat” for “sailboat” in the above essay. You will give up the ocean-crossing potential of a sailboat for much greater access to thousands of miles of inland waterways, from Texas to the Chesapeake Bay and beyond. Thousands of miles of rivers, lakes, estuaries, bays and creeks that are physically separated from our crowded cities and highways, if that thought has any appeal.

Don’t overestimate your physical abilities. Sailing on the ocean requires agility and stamina. Bad weather can last for days, throwing up terrifying waves that will challenge both your boat and you. Sailing on the ocean is not for everybody. A houseboat or trawler is for everybody else. You can’t cross oceans on a houseboat, but you will live aboard a mobile and nearly invisible escape pod, moving inconspicuously along the Intra-Coastal Waterway from state to state as liberty and economic opportunities wax and wane.

Whether you choose sail or power, the bottom line is that you can sidestep a decade locked in a cube in Rejectionville by living aboard an old but perfectly sound fiberglass boat that you buy cheap and fix up. You can stop running in place on the government or corporate rat wheel and escape from the matrix of our burgeoning American police state. At least for now, the only chains holding you down in your dead-end burg are those around your mind. Remember Ivan and Natasha from Vladivostok, and count yourself lucky.

Keep in mind that owning a sailboat that can cross oceans doesn’t mean you have to. But if the proverbial shit ever hits the fan, and the day comes that you need to put on your seven-league boots and head for another country or even another continent, it’s as simple as aiming your bow past the breakwater and sailing straight over the blue horizon.

But before you click over to the websites advertising used sailboats, click over to where you sample music and check out “Sideways Eight” by Echo and the Bunnymen. It’s perfect mood music for discovering infinite new horizons. And while you’re there, check out “Stormy Weather,” “Seven Seas,” “The Killing Moon,” and many other songs performed by the greatest English rock band that most Americans have never heard of.

Now, while those oceanic freedomista anthems are blasting through your ear buds, start looking for great deals on old fiberglass boats. How much cash could you realistically scrape together? $15,000? $20,000? That’s enough to begin searching for your very own escape pod. If you start now, you could be in the islands by the summer of Comet Ison, 40 years after my life-changing winter of Comet Kohoutek.

— Matthew Bracken is the author of the Enemies Foreign And Domestic trilogy, Castigo Cay, and other short stories and nonfiction essays. He graduated from the University of Virginia and Basic Underwater Demolition/SEAL Training in 1979. He is married and lives in Florida.


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Max V: “Patriot Dawn” Free Kindle Download 23-24 November

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H/t to RITR for this link to Max’s announcement, which is scheduled to go live shortly after 0000 PST on Saturday.

Kindle reader software for most platforms here.

You do have hard copy of the expanded second edition of “Contact!“, ja?

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Destroy the image and you will break the enemy.

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Savage Continent

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Imagine a world without institutions. No governments. No school or universities. No access to any information. No banks. Money no longer has any worth. There are no shops, because no one has anything to sell. Law and order are virtually non-existent because there is no police force and no judiciary. Men with weapons roam the streets taking what they want. Women of all classes and ages prostitute themselves for food and protection…

Thus opens Keith Lowe’s Savage Continent, an unrelenting non-fiction account of ground truth across Europe at the close of World War II and the years immediately thereafter. Based largely on primary sources on both sides of the Iron Curtain, Lowe takes the reader into a world obscured for multiple reasons by both victor and vanquished alike.

What is most chilling about Savage Continent is its blending of individual tales of brutality, deprivation, and survival with the national, regional, and geopolitical contexts for the post-war horror. To use a well-worn phrase from this neighborhood, “it was intentional” that Soviet troops were allowed to rape and loot with abandon across their realm in occupied Germany. It was intentional that everyday Czechs turned on their ethnic German neighbors and strung them up from lampposts in Prague and elsewhere. It was intentional that greatest-generation American officers on multiple occasions and in multiple locales allowed partisans several days to settle scores with their now-conquered foreign enemies, as well as their domestic political opponents. It was intentional that post-war tribunals convened to hold collaborators accountable for their treason devolved into farces of justice miscarried by judicial peers of the defendants. It was intentional that the sainted Democrat FDR and his haberdasher successor granted carte blanche to Stalin and his Red allies to sweep all of Eastern Europe into the Soviet sphere via mass murder, ethnic cleansing, and the ruthless imposition of tyranny.

It was, simply put, an orgy of slaughter, savagery, terror, and revenge – at both the individual and national policy levels – conducted mostly after hostilities had officially ceased.

To his credit, Lowe does not shirk from relating to his readers the central role played by revenge in this drama. He tut-tuts about the morality and the loss of the “moral high ground” (yes, he uses that phrase) occasioned by such deeds, but he unflinchingly tells the truth about modern, civilized human behavior in the wake of world-historical disruptions.

And therein lies the value of Savage Continent to the WRSA audience.

Those who believe that the former United States of America and its neighbors to the north and south will survive the coming turmoil in recognizable forms will find that belief shaken by Lowe’s efforts. His easily-readable writing style, backed by serious scholarship (17 pages of sources, with 42 pages of endnotes), will leave the reader appalled – not just by the volume and scope of the violence, but how it was perpetrated by all sides against anyone who stood in their way.

Savage Continent is not simply about post-war Europe.

It is about the bestial nature of men in war and its aftermath.

It is about illusions of civility, and the loss of those illusions.

It is about the horrific consequences of defeat, and the mythologies of victory.

It is about reality.

Highly recommended.

GA Force On Force: Small Unit Tactics II, 7 December, Dawsonville


WHO: All who attended the Level One class + any who think they can keep pace
WHAT: We will be exploring team tactics more extensively, comms, leadership, and patrols
WHEN: Saturday, December 7th, 2013 0800 to 1700
WHY: Because you need better tactics to excel

Old Towne Rd; Dawsonville Ga. 30534
COST: $30.00
WHO CAN ATTEND: Anyone 14 and older
Sponsored by: Team Airsoft

This class will require that the venue have a signed waiver on hand for you prior to your participation in the class. Please bring proper gear for the class, including a water bottle and small first aid kit (bandaids and Neosporin). A second magazine for your AEG/airsoft rifle will be required as we will be instructing on magazine changes.

This is a CLASS, not an open scenario game. There will be force-on-force situations set up in the class but this is primarily a day of instruction and team building, not free for all play.

For more info, contact

Sign up is here.

Library For The End Of The World

Well done.



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Epic commentary on this story.