Whew...

I'm not sure if it's me or what, but things are getting fairly tense in the world; between Greece and Iran I'm getting edgey. Some of this may be the fact that I'm finishing up Atlas Shrugged right now, but man, I can't fathom how well this book translates into our world...as we speak! It was written over 50 years ago and is ringing like the Liberty Bell in my ear. It's as if you can put names to the characters in the book from our own time. Scary stuff to say the least. Once again, if you haven't read it, pick it up. It's a long read, and can get a little tedious sometimes, but hang on...it's worth it.

On another note, I saw about fifteen miutes of the show Doomsday Preppers and almost had a certifiable fit. Some of these folks have to be the dumbest goofballs to ever crap behind a pair of boots. A fellow prepper asked me why I thought that these pogues would go on TV. My only answer is that it's kinda' like watching a TV news interview; only the dummies stick around to talk to the camera. No one with any sense will do one so they have to find the lone, gap-toothed idget to make a statement and that guy usually has to have someone hold his beer while he talks. The sucky part of this is the fact that a great deal of what I do has to be hidden from people I work with.They just don't get it. Some of these people would make great allies, but are too busy making fun of the writing on the wall. Oh, well. Can't save 'em all.

I know this is a chopped up ranting post, but I've been busy working around the house; please forgive me, readers. To be honest, I'm overwhelmed. Between regular work, my family, prepping, and all the other little things and worries in life, well, I think I'm worn out. Not neccesarily physically, but mentally. I guess I need a vacation, but since the last one of those was about eight or nine years ago, why go starting now, right? I'm of the old school, as I think a lot of you fellows out there are also. As a husband, father, brother, son, and professional, I feel it is a calling to care for those in my charge. I do the best I can; I just hope it is enough. My parents and siblings don't really see the world as we do , though. I've tried to ease them into it, but failed. My father kind of blew the topic off, I kinda' panicked my mom, and the siblings just went along with the conversation enough to placate me. It weighs heavy on my mind. I'm several hundred miles aways from them and am worried when something goes down, they'll be on their own. The conversations just never really penetrate. I'm sure I'm not the only one in the ether with this problem, but once again, it weighs very heavily on my heart to know the trouble that could possibly come their way someday. I tried to convince my folks to move this way, but to no avail; couldn't blast them out of their house with dynamite.  So...I guess they'll be getting fifty pound buckets of rice for their birthdays this year. I reckon that's enough of the whining today; there's plenty of others to do that for me. Y'all have a good 'un.

PS-to Matt and Arsenius, wherever you are, God Bless fellas.