We Are On Our Own (Version 2)

Earlier today I posted Version 1. Shortly thereafter I deleted the post. There are times when even cranky old grannies can be cowardly.

In these times of government officials mandating how we should live our lives, encouraging companies to fire those who are not on board with the agenda of the left, asking friends and family to snitch on those who refuse to take the jab and even in some cases threatening detention for those who will not comply, it is easy to keep quiet. Nobody wants to wind up on a government list.

Fear is a powerful thing. It makes us go against what we know is right and true in order to stay safe.

A ship in port is safe. But that is not what ships are for.

We are witnessing a government completely out of control. Our representatives do not represent us. They represent themselves and those who would enrich their bank accounts. They will and do lie, cheat and steal to further their agenda. They care not one whit about you or me – the ones who pay their salaries.

There are no knights in shining armor riding in to save the day. As much as we would love to see a hero who will save us from the lunacy around us, it is not going to happen. We are on our own.

I have posted two links below. The first is a video by Patriot Nurse. She details what is happening but also gives us hope. I strongly recommend watching it.

There's No One Coming: It's Up to Us to Check the Feds - YouTube

The second is a video sent to me by a friend. It is an interview of a person who has worked within a major pharmaceutical company for years. You might learn exactly why so many of us are refusing the jab.

WOW! Former Pfizer Employee: “Checkmate. Game Over. We WIN” | NC Renegades

For a year and a half we have been living in what can only be described as an episode of the Twilight Zone. And just this week we have seen what happens when a nation is led by agenda driven, arrogant, incompetent fools.

I am too fat to run and too old to take a whoopin. But I will not just go quietly into the good night. To do so would be a disservice to my children and grandchildren who will live their lives under anarchy if we play it safe.

There are those...

who say the debacle in Afghanistan is America's shame. It is not.

The shame falls on the heads of those leaders (and I use the term 'leaders' loosely) who ordered our troops to leave the country before evacuating our citizens and those who worked with our people.

I am pretty sure – no, I am positive – that if our soldiers were asked to volunteer to find Americans and their allies and bring them to safety, there would be more than enough to do the job.

There is a price that needs to be paid by those in charge for their stupidity and inhumanity. May the price be high and may it come swiftly.

Just Busy

I can not keep up with it all. It seems like there is something new threatening our way of life on a daily basis.

The powers that be are completely out of control. They seem to be trying to bully us into compliance. There are threats of needing to show proof of the jab to cross state lines. Businesses are being required to ask for proof before admitting customers. Mask mandates are again coming nearly everywhere. Will lockdowns follow?

If you are not already prepared, you might want to get busy. My time is being spent getting my house in order. History tells us that the words “Papers, please” do not bode well for the citizenry.

Is this even America any more?

I Should Have...

taken my own advice.

Some time back I talked about the importance of an inventory of preps. And I did that.....for a while.

And then I didn't.

I can't even come up with a good excuse.

So now I am going through and straightening up the room where I store my food. I find I have enough spaghetti sauce to open my own Italian restaurant. And there is enough popcorn to last my lifetime and that of maybe one or two other people. And I don't even want to talk about the number of cans of tuna!

And if that weren't bad enough, I find I have less of some items than I thought I had.

With shortages happening and prices rising, now is not the time to slack off. And knowing what I have and what I need make a big difference in the size of my grocery bill.

So now if you will excuse me, I am off to count cans and jars and packages of food.

And to put into practice what I preach!!

There Are Limits

There are limits to how much stuff can be packed into a three room apartment without becoming a candidate for a show on hoarding. After spending the weekend canning the meat and produce from my last grocery order, I have not only reached that limit, I seem to have exceeded it.

On the positive side, should disaster strike, my family will survive for a considerable length of time on my preps. And that is the whole reason we prepare, isn't it.

I will continue to fill in any gaps in my storage, but the time for canning and dehydrating marathons and huge grocery orders has past. I am quite literally out of room.

There are limits on paying much attention to the traditional news sources. As I checked the news outlets this morning it occurred to me that we no longer have news reports. We have opinion panels. And the opinions we hear are mostly based on whether those who believe their opinions matter are Trump supporters or Trump haters. Where is Walter Cronkite when you need him?

There are limits on how much virus propaganda I can listen to. Apparently the first virus didn't scare the population badly enough to get us all hiding in our closets, so now those who want control are trotting out a shopping list of virus variants. Monkey pox anyone?

There are limits to the amount of abuse I am willing to listen to if I choose not to take the jab. Each person should have the choice to make without government officials telling us we will kill Grandma if we refuse. Well, I am Grandma. And I believe in personal choice.

And while we're at it, there are limits to number of lies coming from the mouths of our elected officials and bureaucrats that I am willing to put up with. They do not represent us, even though we pay their salaries. They work for whatever special interest can line their pockets.

I am so done with it all.

We seem to have forgotten that we have actual lives that are to be lived without interference. It is easy to get caught up in the hype and I am just as guilty of that as the next person. But my limit has been reached.

I have prepared for the future as much as is possible in my circumstances. I have made decisions based on what I believe as an adult who still has brain cells that function. I will not comply with ridiculous orders and mandates and threats from those who wish to have complete control.

But I will hug my Grands and their parents. I will spend as much time as possible with those I love. I will sew quilts and crochet afghans. I will scrapbook my collection of old family photos. I will research my family history. I will read good murder mystery novels. I will bake cookies and bread. And occasionally I will nap

In other words, I choose to live the years I have left on my own terms. Which is exactly the way it should be.

Quit Coddling the Criminals

Some of you may remember that last November a lunatic living in my building trashed his apartment, tried to set the building on fire and escaped by jumping out a second story window. The police caught him and took him to the hospital for evaluation. Turns out he wasn't crazy. He was mean.

His wife, a lovely lady who worked hard to support herself and her husband, was devastated. My landlord offered her another apartment, but she went to live elsewhere.

Yesterday I heard sirens close by. Today my landlord was here, fixing a light in my kitchen. He told me the sad news.

The sirens I heard were the rescue people rushing to an intersection three blocks from my building. The lunatic had stabbed his wife. She died at the scene.

I want to know why he wasn't in jail. He tried to kill everyone in my building by disconnecting the gas range and then lighting a fire. We are incredibly lucky the building didn't blow sky high.

I was under the impression that attempted murder was a crime.

To the morons who keep letting the lunatics back out on the streets: You are just as responsible for the death of this lady as is the one wielding the knife. God may forgive you, but I'm pretty sure I can't.

Time To Get Busy

It has been fun going through my genealogy research and sorting it into some sort of filing system that might make sense to those who will inherit it all. The next couple of days I am going through lots of old family photos and working on getting them into scrapbooks with notes so my kids and grands will know which ancestors are which.

The heat wave seems to have a chance of weakening toward the end of the week, so my plans for my grocery order have changed. I had thought to order dry staples and I am, but as I watch my country slide into something unrecognizable at an ever increasing pace, I feel as though it is time – heat wave or not – to get busy preserving more food.

Whole turkey breast is on sale this week at 99 cents per pound. There is a limit of 2. I will roast both of them and freeze the meat in meal sized portions.

Boneless half hams are on sale so I am ordering four. Two will go in the freezer. One will go in the fridge for meals and sandwiches. And one will be diced and canned along with diced veggies – cabbage, onions, celery, potatoes and carrots – for a base to use as soup, stew or in casseroles.

Four bags of frozen boneless, skinless chicken breast will go in the freezer until I decide how to use them. By the way – I usually buy the store brand chicken breast because I don't care if they are uniform in size or look pretty. I generally cut them up to fill jars and can them. But recently although the price has remained the same, the 3 lb. bags now contain 2.5 lbs. I have found this practice to be true in many of the products I buy.

I know this order will be spendy, but who knows how long meat will be available at a price that doesn't require a bank loan.

Washington may try to put a spin on inflation, but those of us who actually buy our own goods and services know prices are heading skyward. Call it that nagging little voice in my head or gut instinct or whatever, I believe now is the time to do as much as possible to insure my family will taken care of.

I would rather be called one of those crazy preppers and be able to feed my family than to be one who lives in the land of unicorns and fairy dust where nothing bad will ever happen to them.

Take a long, hard look around. We are already there. And unless something drastic happens, I believe we will continue sliding down this slippery slope.

This will not last forever. We will get through whatever those who wish to control us have planned. But only if we plan ahead. And do the work. And don't give up.

Keep on preparing. Keep on praying. And always remember we are not alone. We may have to go through some hard times, but in the end, God is still in control.