a winter song for you

I took down the VGT6000 page at Youtube -got tired of their games and making money for them - yes they made money from those videos - don't know how much the artist made but youtube was making money I switched to BTCHUTE and may also be posting some commentary there as well... we'll see what happens... MERRY CHRISTMAS

Don't Panic - We Prepped

NOTES FROM “BASE – 3” BUNKER

Don't Panic... We prepped.

Baloney and salami sandwich... with a little mustard? I'm in.

Spam and Guacamole burritos? Two please!

Fried noodles with sausage and franks? Fill 'er up...

I am a simple man with simple needs if the truth must come out this is the time and place... I don't need a fancy life... and I have tried it.

Once in Albuquerque one of my fancy brothers took us to a trendy eatery – they had no idea how to use herbs and spices and my mashed potatoes had too much garlic... my fancy brother said I was just not used to “high class food”... I have me a little chuckle every time I remember that conversation – as my friends know, I worked for many years in the food service industry – and I was lucky enough to have lots of “high class” meals for free or at the least at a very generous employee discount... but brothers and sisters... you haven't had a meal until you've had your cousin Dash Deringer's Spaghetti Special... oh yeah... and some of you ladies out there know exactly what I am talking about...

(Fancy people make me laugh but I can only be around them for a short time... because they are delicate and I offend...)

Don't get me wrong – I can whip up some fancy meals but because I am mostly alone it is simple food. omelet... noodles... rice... cold-cuts.. I am good like that – I don't eat much any how so there is plenty to last. I learned my lesson a long time ago to prep when times are good for those rainy days that last for a while.

There is someone I am close to in my family that I was trying to get to prepare their house for the last ten years but they never did until a couple of weeks ago when another relative called them to say – you need to buy food and supplies... and I watched her panic... all I could do was shake my head... and watch...

The world is confused and in places they are panicking. No-one, I think, really knows the truth about this ridiculous virus... but countries are in lock down and store shelves are emptying out as fast as they are being stocked... crazy people loosing their minds for toilet paper and water... as I stroll over to the cold-cuts and sausage... canned beans... and grab some veggies and fruit... because I don't really need to stock much... maybe more coffee... and soda... (my vices).

These crazy people in panic are the same ones that put down those that prep and preach prepping – we are referred to as hoarders now... by those that are panicking and fighting in the isles for double-ply...

Bachelor Prepping Made Simple

(now that you have learned your lesson)

You should, of course already have means of protecting yourself along with the knowledge of how to do so – this is prep number one.

The rest could be done slowly when times are good... when you go shopping buy two of everything (Simon would say). When you are out of one go back to the store and get two - take the extra one (of what-ever) out of the cupboard and replace with the two new ones, and when that (one) item is done go back to the store and get two – again take one out of the cupboard and replace with the two new... now you are building your pantry – simple... buy two (or three).

Here's the equation:

Buy 2 – store one use one

when one is done buy two

now you have three (in your store)

use one – when done

buy 2 – get it.

That is how you slowly build your prep pantry when times are good. You can also build your preps as a single man buy alternating weeks in the isles... because most men don't really need to buy groceries every week – one week just stock up on hi-gene and cleaning supplies, next week it's food, next week it's “protection preps”, next week hi-gene and cleaning until you have put together enough supplies for at least six months... and then just finish building your pantry...

You don't have to make a big deal out of it – but when those rainy days come – we don't panic, because we prepped – it is useless to try to get your family members to prep – but because they are family – mention it – they will most like roll their eyes at you... you tried... move on... but don't talk about it. Don't mention it and don't make it obvious that you are prepping... you are just buying two... that's it.

If you are living a simple and minimal lifestyle – you will have money put away – with some cash stashed at home too... again, because you are a single man that does not need much... you can build an emergency fund the same way... take one weeks pay and put it away – once (and for some) maybe twice a month – every other check isn't touched... we don't need it – prepping is easy – just keep your mouth shut about it and live your life. Waiting for the president to announce a national emergency is too late – that is panic time for the rest of the world... but you kick your feet up with a cold drink and a bacon sandwich and a can of Pringles and wait for the chaos to ease up a little before you go back into a store...

At least that is how I see it from the bunker.

Chasing Dragons

"So is it going to be the Grail Quest or is it going to be the Wasteland?  Are you going to go on the creative soul's quest or are you going to pursue the life that only gives you security? Are you going to follow the star of the zeal of your own enthusiasm? Are you going to live the myth or is the myth going to live you?"

Joseph Campbell 

I have been out chasing dragons... for little over a year - the story is a strange one - I fell into that adventure and by the time I realized what had happened we were too deep into the rabbit hole and when we tried to step away from it all we found that we could not - Destiny... had us in her grip at last - but I am told that we just collided... and that was what I had gone out looking for years ago anyhow... 

But this was far from my imaginings - though the Shaman says everything and everyone in my life was a step toward this - and I do not believe in coincidence - as you know... so here I am...

Oh - by the way - all that tribalism stuff... it is a lot more important than you think - in a much grander scale - pay close attention to those Robert Sepehr videos  - they are a link (clues - but you have to put the pieces together yourself... we can't come right out and tell you).

I have also found super glue strength to seal my hard right beliefs - Monarchist hard right beliefs - turns out on this journey I have discovered we are surrounded by Monarchies - they are everywhere - all around you - you might even know one and have come in contact with one of his/her peoples - they are everywhere - and they are all hard right - the name of the "game" is survival... but as the little glitch has just reminded me I have gone too far... and we end this letter here.

Eastern European Culture and Mythology

Invictus

The time has come now... the dragons rise from their slumber

I too must pick up my sword and shield and earn my place among them

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

for my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced or cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how the straight the gate,

How charged the punishment the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

Invictus

William Ernest Henley

European Pre-History

Ancient Troy and Hidden European History

The History someone wants you to forget

Feminism spoiled natures great con - by Taylor Caldwell

When she went to the "powder room" I said to my sophisticated, progressive, and with-it young pal: "Are you going to marry Sally soon?" He looked absolutely shocked! Suddenly the primitive man was there and not a "modern" man in a dinner jacket and black tie, in a Key Club with bunnies running around and the smell of winey cooking in the air. He was aghast.

He said "Excuse me, but you can't be serious, can you? Sally's all right. But, after all, she is a modern girl -- she likes a romp as well as I do. No inhibition." He paused. Then he said, "Playmates for play-time. But only maidens for marriage!" And he laughed.

When I still stared at him cynically, he got a little mad. "Let's face it," he said. "The liberated girls have made their own public bed, and they can lie in it, and we men love it. but if they think we are going to marry them, they're due for an awakening. No man wants a woman who's been out on the town with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. When we marry, we don't want a 'modern' woman." He laughed again. "Oh, we encourage the women to be 'liberated'! It's cheap for us, and we get all the free sex we want before we settle down with a decent girl."

 LINK:  Taylor Caldwell-- Feminism Spoiled Nature's Great Con

This article is at henrymakow.com - enjoy it as much as I did - both men and women should read it well.

Dreams of Dixie - here's to you Hong Kong

As you know - friends, I lost my faith in democracy years ago... there is really nothing to say on that subject.

But we have truly slipped into a world of absolute insanity - I have seen some crazy and some wonderful events in my life - but never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined in my youth that I would live to see the day when Americans would bow to socialist and communist ideals... and never would I believe that athletes in America would not stand for the National Anthem... nor hear them praise the Communist Chinese... indeed fucked up days we are living in.

I saw a video of protests in Hong Kong and in the foreground some where waving American Flags - a symbol of  freedom and the democratic ideal - I saw a Gadsden flag too... and far back  in the crowd you could see Old Dixie hovering over the protesters heads... 

Here's to you Hong Kong...

Stay strong.

"The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down"
(from "The Last Waltz" soundtrack)

Virgil Caine is the name
And I served on the Danville train
'Till Stoneman's cavalry came
And tore up the tracks again

In the winter of '65
We were hungry, just barely alive
By May the 10th, Richmond had fell
It's a time I remember, oh so well

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Back with my wife in Tennessee
When one day she called to me
Said "Virgil, quick, come see,
There goes the Robert E. Lee!"

Now, I don't mind chopping wood
And I don't care if the money's no good
You take what you need
And you leave the rest
But they should never
Have taken the very best

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Like my father before me
I will work the land
And like my brother above me
Who took a rebel stand

He was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by the mud below my feet
You can't raise a Caine back up
When he's in defeat

The night they drove old Dixie down
And the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

The night they drove old Dixie down
And all the bells were ringing
The night they drove old Dixie down
And the people were singing
They went, "Na, na, la, na, na, na"

Does she have what it takes to be a "Trad Wife"

How America was lost

Former KGB officer warns US about Ideological Subversion 
- ROBERT SEPEHR

The Hidden Target

This was written some time after the Las Vegas crowd shooting a couple of years back but never posted on line - it was published in "The Deringer Files Vol. I".

Not Quite A Random Shooting

(A Theory)

10-11-2017

I often wonder whenever there is some shooting where many people are killed and injured, if it was not done purposely in order to throw the police off the plot, that it was only done to target one specific individual or certain people in a crowd.

I think the same thing about airplane crashes and train wrecks – were they done just to get rid of one man – some one of importance that the world does not actually know or realize just how important – perhaps some one who just happened to stumble upon some great secret or an inventor that could destroy an industry... or some one that has gotten to close to open doors and connecting dots that he should have stayed away from... or maybe the heir to a great fortune that does not know he is...

I remember when I watched the first Jack Reacher film (have never read Lee Childs) and I got the plot of it before they announced it – it is highly possible for an actual mass shooting event to be staged in order to off one person – they are staged many times in order to push an agenda – gun control using crises actors – I do believe this to be the case in many recent events, and I do believe that there are equally as many legitimate ones... but I do not believe that things just happen – that certain events or evidence happens to be coincidental... no, that I do not believe – in anything.

I believe that in some cases patsies were used - Boston, the London Tunnel bomber from a few years back... and others where there is evidence of crises actors and lack of evidence of an actual event – a drill gone live – how convenient... and I believe in the reality of assassins... that must be killed off or that commit suicide before they can be questioned or given a day in court... first rule of assassination is... kill the assassin.

I think about the Rogue Priest – wandering a crowd some place minding his own business... thinking that he is safe from those 'Heavy Dudes' that are after him... he buys a soda and a burger, maybe, and sits down at a table outside some little eatery... it's mid-day and office workers are out for lunch and without a warning... a shot is heard but the sound echoes off the walls of the city... and another one rings out before the first body hits the floor... and another... and another...

By the time the chaos and the madness settles... a city intersection is covered with blood... 15 souls were released from the prison of their bodies and at least a dozen wounded that will still be able to go back to work and pay their share of taxes... for a couple, charitable foundations have been set up a day or two before the incident... by whom and exactly what the money will be used for is anybodies guess... and among the dead... a priest... or at least we heard he was a priest... or was he an unfortunate homeless American that no-one knows or cares about... just an unfortunate John Doe at the wrong place at the wrong time... like the others... film at eleven.

Is there poetry in the chaos...

(unfinished)

Chaotic Patterns

Victor L. Vogt

some kind of magic

It was too good - it couldn't last

this is a public response to a private letter

(for the record... and these files)

Well girl... you found me...

Now what?

Pick up where we left off...

Watching you walk away... to go back to him – whoever he was... I never knew and I never cared... the only thing that mattered was what was real when you were with me... if it was real at all... and at this phase of my life... I don't care any more to know... because these days I don't know what's real anymore any way...

But you played a good game... we made some fine love... and when we locked ourselves away in my little room there was nothing outside our universe and the world we created... only God could make it any better... but as you reminded me... you had to leave... and as you remind me... I had nowhere to go and nowhere to be... what good could I have been to you outside that room?

But as I have told others that find their way here – you never got a chance to see me shine... but yeah... maybe I have just hit my prime... so here I am... and as you may have guessed... I am very much the same man... I have no real ambition... but life has gotten easier... and I can afford to not care and just lounge around... there is plenty and nothing to worry about except how to keep it... just saying... I'm the same ass-hole I was before I got it... I am still – apparently... worthless... outside the bedroom... but I have you to thank for those skills in a big way...

You taught me how to fuck... you know what I mean... it's all we did – for three days – some times four days straight... every man should get so lucky to find a girl like you – but you found me, that's right... and you left when the thrill of it all was over for you... or something like that – doesn't matter –

no...

I do not think bad about you – the only memories I have of you are - sex... what else was there... I can barely recall our conversations... what the hell did we talk about in those moments between the love making...?

I have never spoken of you – though I have made references to the girl that taught me how to fuck... never mentioned you by name and never acknowledged you publicly until now – and I have thought of you often... even after having sex with other women... because the move I had just used on her to drive her into an orgasmic mental break down – I had mastered with you – respect...

I can only smile when I think of you – I hope you feel the same way about me...

 so...

Let's just leave it as it ended... going our different ways... with nothing left behind but the fading echoes of the love we made in that little universe on Grand Avenue...

Girls in hats part II

pencils

Victor L. Vogt

are you getting tired of the insanity my friends?

SPARTA - become the thing that legends are born from

"If you worship your enemy, you are defeated.
If you adopt your enemy’s religion you are enslaved.
If you breed with your enemy you are destroyed."
— Polydoros of Sparta (741 to c. 665 BC)

time after time

It's always been me...

A game of desire and lust

I don't mind it so much... those moments of madness - when you loose control and all I can do is wait for the emotions to come crashing down on top of you... and I have to dig you out of the ruble of your insanity... I listen for the tired whimpers under the fading dust cloud that is left after your nuclear breakdown... and though I don't really know what I am supposed to do or say when I find you... let alone heal you of the demons that conquer you and abandon you...

I imagine all my whores – crawling out of the fog of my desires... drunk off the passion I drowned them in with promises of something more in a city near the sea... where no-one knows us... I seduce them into tears and leave them in angry despair... because... I really am just an ass-hole... my sweet lovely fragile whores... where would I be with out you?

But...

this morning...

I find it hard to walk out on you... so...

I wait...

because there is nothing I can do or say...

but there is something inside of me that needs to see you like this... some morbid and deranged part of me that seems to want to feed off of your shattered mind and bruised soul... you will hate me when you learn that... maybe... just maybe... I am aroused by it... I must be... because I always seem to find myself with the most insane of all women... beautiful... but bat-shit crazy...and here I am again.

I knew you were this way and I knew this would happen... I was just counting the days until you let it out... but don't blame me when you destroy your room because I am not there to cage the beast of your lust... and subdue her with the same old lies I let slip in the dark... in carefully calculated whispers... designed to melt away whatever is left of the walls young girls built around them to protect their emotional chastity from men like me... words crafted in secret libraries where Russian poets drink themselves blind until the memories of love and the Czar have gotten lost in the putrid scent of fading pages on shelves that have collapsed under the weight of the dreams of an empire lost to the chaos of history... words conjured up by candle-light in Gadreel's garden, perfumed in the smoke of the Dragon Queen's own daughters, configured to enslave you by your own desires of which I posses the key and only when you race across town to abandon yourself to the fire and surrender your lust to me will the thirst of your concupiscence be silenced... and then... when I have satisfied my own hunger for your beauty and your youth and you lay spent and debilitated... then... my darling... I will call up the demons of your madness from the dark cave of your heart... to drown us in the rage of your madness once more until the world comes crashing down on us from the weight of the lies I fill your dreams with that no broken hearted Russian poet could have ever conceived of in a sober state... because my little doll... those tears... swelling up in your chest... they now belong to me...

You knew what kind of man I really was – in-spite of the man I want to be and the man I pretend to be... but still... you wanted to play my game... and until you come to your senses and run away... far, far away from me... this is the game of desire and lust with me.

McGinnis