Your wife never got raped by a garden

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There’s an age-old debate in the prepper community between guns and gardens.  The gun people say you need to have security to protect yourself during the Collapse; the garden people say you can’t fixate on guns and ignore food production.  Of course, you need both but sometimes a small portion of the garden people feel morally superior because they’re peace loving and not “aggressive” like us gun guys.  These garden people say, “You can’t eat a gun.” To which I reply: “Your wife never got raped by a garden.”

Look at every single collapse that’s happened in the world and you will see that vicious bands of thugs roamed the cities and country and stole, killed, and – yes, we don’t like talking about it – raped.

Take the economic collapse in Argentina in 2000 for example. Read the accounts of a survivor, FerFal, as he describes what happened out in the country to those peaceful and decent farm families.  Who were unarmed.  Russia in the early 1990s is another example. Bosnia. We all know what happened there.

It’s not just rape.  Good old fashioned stealing is a problem for peaceful gardeners.  I find it amazing that gardeners will erect sophisticated barriers so deer and other animals don’t eat their crops, but they have no real defense against people walking up and stealing all the food they so diligently protected from deer.  News flash: a gang, or even a hungry neighbor, is much more of a threat to your food supplies than a deer.  Defend your garden accordingly.

“Oh,” the peaceful gardener will say, “I have a gun to defend my homestead.”  What kind of gun? “Grandpa’s 30-30.” Not good enough. Count on bad guys to be much better armed – perhaps even rogue military and law enforcement – and definitely count on them to rove in packs of several men.  Don’t think about scaring off one person; think about killing a street gang.

Once they get to your house, you’re dead.  You need to keep them away, far way.  You need full-time long-range snipers – yes, plural – and you need a warning and communication system.  You need to have extremely badass-looking men with impressive weapons and gear that bad guys instantly realize they don’t want to mess with. You need word to get out that you have a bunch of warriors.  Gangs and especially hungry neighbors will move on and try to take someone else’s garden that’s only defended by Grandpa’s 30-30.  Good.

Can every single peaceful gardner acquire a security team? Nope. This is what community is for.  A community has a security team that does this work.  But how does the security team eat?  They can’t be out pulling weeds when they should be patrolling.

The answer is so simple and, quite frankly, it baffles me that liberty-minded gardeners don’t realize this: trade. The security teams will trade their services for food – that can now be grown because there are no bands of gangs stealing it.  This is the free market.  I can’t believe some hardcore libertarian gardeners who think everyone should garden.  They are wrong.

Here’s another fallacy to the idea that gardening is king for everyone: the assumption that everyone is set up to garden.  Take my cabin, for example. There isn’t much space that has any sunlight.  But there’s plenty of space to house the Team and store our vital supplies.  Gardening doesn’t work for everyone.

So the next time someone says, “You can’t eat a gun,” remind them, “Your wife never got raped by a garden.”

The real “Joe Tantori” and his Rally Point rifle

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“Joe Tantori” is a real guy.  He’s just like I describe in the books.  He really has a training facility and really is a Patriot.  Joe is an extremely interesting guy.

Joe is putting out a really great AR-15 that’s different: it has the latitude and longitude of his facility engraved on the lower – and this is the “Rally Point.”  As in, if you have one of his rifles, you have an invitation to come to his facility when the Collapse comes and be with like-minded people.  His facility is the Rally Point.

Here’s the web site about his rifle, which he calls the Ft. Discovery Expedition Rifle.  Here’s an interview with Joe about the Rally Point and the rifle on Bob Mayne’s Handgun World Podcast (Joe comes on at 20:23).

We’re at a thrilling time in our history.  Patriots are putting manufacturing rifles with the latitude and longitude of a rally point.  Think about that.

NuManna Food Storage – one of us and $25 gift certificate

I wanted to let everyone know about some cool people I’ve met: the NuManna Food Storage dudes.  They’re like us: Patriots, preppers, and fun.  They  make really good freeze-dried meals that store in handy buckets for up to 25 years.  Numanna meals are Team-tested and Team-approved.  It’s what we stockpile out at the real cabin.  Here’s a picture of Pow hogging up all the NuManna mac n cheese.

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Here is Cliven Bundy with a bucket of Numanna food:

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Numanna donated a bunch to the Bundy guys.  This is a company that believes in what we believe in.

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Give NuManna a try.  There’s only two things that give me peace of mind in this pre-Collapse era: (1) having lots of ammo, and (2) having lots of long-term storage food.  Peace of mind is a big deal.

NuManna has a $25 gift certificate for 299ers.  Use coupon code 299Days until June 13 to get the gift certificate.  Pretty good way to try ’em out.  You’ll be glad you did.  Here’s some NuManna out at the real cabin:

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Why being a prepper sucks – but must be done

I recently had a chance to realize the sacrifices I’m making for being a prepper.  My marriage would be a lot more harmonious if I weren’t prepping.  I would have a lot more free time, and money.  I wouldn’t have to think about diseases and gangs.  I could be a normal American.

And I’d soon be dead.  So would my family.

I know with absolute certainty that a collapse is coming.  I also know that doing relatively small things now will allow me and my family and the Team to live.  Not only live, but live semi-comfortably through the worst period of American history ever.  When up to 90% of the population is dead or dying, I’ll be having pancakes with my family and my brothers, the Team.  Fist bumps and maple syrup as we head out for a day of work protecting people.  “This never gets old,” I’ll say.  “Beats the shit out of selling insurance,” Pow will say.

So the marital strife I’m suffering now will quickly be seen as a small price to pay.  Who knows: she might even utter at “thank you” when she realizes all her man did for her and the kids.  The time I spent now on radios, fish anti-biotics, water treatment, escape plans, and generators will seem like nothing at all – it will seem like the best possible use of time ever.  Ever.  And money?  This weekend I was sealing small bags of rice and beans that had a price tag of “$1.00.”  I smiled.  I knew that when I pull those out of storage, that same bag will cost $100 – if anyone is still taking American dollars .  I will smile again.  Even harder, and I’ll feel the warmth of knowing that I did the right thing, despite all the sacrifices.