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Survival Sunday – 3/15/2015

Survival Sunday

I wanted to start this week’s segment off by mentioning the fact that if you missed the pilot episode of Survivalist Prepper TV (SPTV) that aired yesterday, you can still watch it. I may be biased because I was in it, but I had a blast and I think there was some definite value provided. I would like to say thank you to Dale and Lisa from Survivalist Prepper for having me. If you would like to see Episode 01 of SPTV, you can catch it here.

Besides being one step closer to being an Internet sensation, I have not been up to much. (It is a very small step on a road I am not looking to go down.) The week has been good but long and filled with the responsibilities of having a family and a real job.

I did get the SunBell Solar Lamp & Phone Charger this week. Expect to see a review in the next few days.

Here are this weeks finds:

Stockpiling of Food Banned in Venezuela – Just scan your fingerprint when you check out at the grocery store…no big deal right? Things are not looking good in Venezuela and while that isn’t great, it could be worse if our government thinks its a good idea and wants to follow suit.

‘Idle Car’ Bill in NY Pays Citizens to Record, Snitch on Drivers – Not so surprising but another ridiculous bill has been proposed by a New York City Councilwoman. I guess you can just add this to the, ‘If you see something, say something’ campaign. Maybe someday people will get tired of this utter nonsense?

What Do They Know? Why Are So Many Of The Super Wealthy Preparing Bug Out Locations? – There seems to have been an uptick in the development of survival bunkers for the rich. Here are a few of the reasons that this seems to be happening.

California Has About One Year Of Water Left – I don’t buy into global warming/global cooling/climate change and all the garbage (especially political) that goes along with it. Regardless of which side of climate change you fall on, there are some legitimate concerns out there. You know, like the disappearance of water…even if it were only temporary. This solidifies one of the basic principles of preparedness, water storage. Check this out and see what you think.

Adopting Dogs As Survival Animals – This is a sound principle. I think that if you have the capability (property, finances, etc.) to have a few dogs, you should. They have many great qualities that allow them to fit perfectly into a long term survival plan. This is especially true when it comes to security and hunting. I love that my dog can stay inside with us but some day when I have my forever home with some property, I intend to have some well taken care of animals that can keep an eye on what is going on outside.

What Kind Of Person Is A Prepper? – A tool that can assist in self-reflection, do you have these qualities? If not, what qualities do you have, or not have, that makes you a prepper?

The 10 Best Garden Vegetables For Beginner Preppers – A vegetable garden is a must for survival. This is an area where it seems like it can be done well or not at all sometimes but for the most part, it just takes a little practice. If you are looking to get started with gardening, here are 10 vegetable to get started with.

Thats it for me this week! While the world doesn’t seem to be getting any better, all we can do is prepare for the worst while hoping for the best.

If you found something that you would like to share with the group or have any questions, email me at tom@thepreparedninja.com.

Come back next week for another edition of Survival Sunday.

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I was going to post something else today on wild edibles but there is something much more important that needs to be addressed today so wild edibles will wait, forever if that is what it takes. Eleven years ago today, nearly 3,000 Americans died in what would go into the record books as one of the worst terrorist attacks in history. It seems like America has forgotten this. It seems likes America’s leaders have almost forgotten what happened eleven short years ago. The President of the United States himself did not even go to the site of each aircraft that fell that day. It makes me sick. Makes you wonder who he cares about, huh?

I have not forgotten and I refuse to forget. I refuse to forget about the victims of the plane crashes. I refuse to forget about the victims families. I refuse to forget about the first responders that day. I refuse to forget all those affected by the events that day that have taken their own lives or had family members that have done the same. I refuse to forget about those affected who have turned to substance abuse as a way to treat their problems. I refuse to forget the members of our military who have stood watch over our national interests abroad for the last eleven years so that these vile acts will not be repeated in our country again. I especially refuse to forget the members of our military special operations units who on May 2, 2011 killed Osama bin Laden and dumped his body into the ocean with the other algae covered scum to rot forever. Copper-jacketed justice is the best justice!

WE WILL NOT FORGET!!! 9-11-2011

The following are three poems that I found about the events of September 11, 2001 that resonated with me:

We Shall Never Forget (9-11 Tribute)

Let the world always remember,
That fateful day in September,
And the ones who answered duties call,
Should be remembered by us all.

Who left the comfort of their home,
To face perils as yet unknown,
An embodiment of goodness on a day,
When men’s hearts had gone astray.

Sons and daughters like me and you,
Who never questioned what they had to do,
Who by example, were a source of hope,
And strength to others who could not cope.

Heroes that would not turn their back,
With determination that would not crack,
Who bound together in their ranks,
And asking not a word of thanks.

Men who bravely gave their lives,
Whose orphaned kids and widowed wives,
Can proudly look back on their dad,
Who gave this country all they had.

Actions taken without regret,
Heroisms we shall never forget,
The ones who paid the ultimate price,
Let’s never forget their sacrifice.

And never forget the ones no longer here,
Who fought for the freedoms we all hold dear,
And may their memory never wane,
Lest their sacrifices be in vain.

Alan W. Jankowski


if bin laden read dr. seuss
by markk
2001 September 18

so then, bin laden is this
what you do for fun? blow
people up? kill? destroy?
i have some suggestions
you might want to try instead.
read dr. seuss. smell a flower.
do a cartwheel. watch little
children playing & drink grape
kool aid. paint pictures with
red & green tempura. eat an
orange. bin laden, you have
four wives. doesn’t sex do it
for you? open yer arms to the
smiling moonlight. tell your
lieutenent to put down his gun
& the two of you play catch.
fire up some afghani red in
a 12-hose hookah & bliss out.
did you ever watch a bogart
movie? how about cartoons?
bin laden, allah is not honored
when you kill 5,000 americans.
feed five thousand with loaves
& fish & see what allah says
about that. dude, can’t you go to
a soccer game or a chili joint?
feed pidgeons in the park?
bin laden millions of afghans
are starving, can’t you use
your millions to drill wells
& grow wheat? the arab world
needs a savior, not a fugitive killer.
you could build a band-aid factory
& manufacture penicillin &
piece together lost souls with
ointment & a gentle touch.
bin laden we look up at the same
sky, count the same stars, watch
vast oceans from the same precipice.
don’t you get it, man? yer fever
can be measured in degrees.
we have but one mission: to
clothe the naked, build houses
for the homeless, carry the sick
to the doctor. not so very far from
where you are, mother teresa
reached out to the wretched
poorest of the poor in india’s slums.
where did it all go wrong bin laden?
tonight you will dream of lambs
& flutes & calm nectars from
fruited vines, because i will it so
& that white light you see is my
shadow. open yer heart man, have
some green eggs, i know you don’t
eat ham, & i’d like you to meet
my friend sam, yes, sam i am


BILLY COLLINS, poet laureate of the United States: This poem is dedicated to the victims of September 11 and to their survivors.

“The Names”

Yesterday, I lay awake in the palm of the night.

A soft rain stole in, unhelped by any breeze,

And when I saw the silver glaze on the windows,

I started with A, with Ackerman, as it happened,

Then Baxter and Calabro,

Davis and Eberling, names falling into place

As droplets fell through the dark.

Names printed on the ceiling of the night.

Names slipping around a watery bend.

Twenty-six willows on the banks of a stream.

In the morning, I walked out barefoot

Among thousands of flowers

Heavy with dew like the eyes of tears,

And each had a name —

Fiori inscribed on a yellow petal

Then Gonzalez and Han, Ishikawa and Jenkins.

Names written in the air

And stitched into the cloth of the day.

A name under a photograph taped to a mailbox.

Monogram on a torn shirt,

I see you spelled out on storefront windows

And on the bright unfurled awnings of this city.

I say the syllables as I turn a corner —

Kelly and Lee,

Medina, Nardella, and O’Connor.

When I peer into the woods,

I see a thick tangle where letters are hidden

As in a puzzle concocted for children.

Parker and Quigley in the twigs of an ash,

Rizzo, Schubert, Torres, and Upton,

Secrets in the boughs of an ancient maple.

Names written in the pale sky.

Names rising in the updraft amid buildings.

Names silent in stone

Or cried out behind a door.

Names blown over the earth and out to sea.

In the evening — weakening light, the last swallows.

A boy on a lake lifts his oars.

A woman by a window puts a match to a candle,

And the names are outlined on the rose clouds —

Vanacore and Wallace,

(let X stand, if it can, for the ones unfound)

Then Young and Ziminsky, the final jolt of Z.

Names etched on the head of a pin.

One name spanning a bridge, another undergoing a tunnel.

A blue name needled into the skin.

Names of citizens, workers, mothers and fathers,

The bright-eyed daughter, the quick son.

Alphabet of names in a green field.

Names in the small tracks of birds.

Names lifted from a hat

Or balanced on the tip of the tongue.

Names wheeled into the dim warehouse of memory.

So many names, there is barely room on the walls of the heart.

The Fight For Our Rights

I wanted to share this recent writing by Mark Meckler who made the news as the co-founder of the Tea Party Patriots who had been arrested in NYC on gun charges. Of course the mainstream media made it out be far different than the reality of the situation was but where better to hear the real account of things than from Mr. Meckler himself. Not only does Mark share this story on his website but there is also a wealth of information about America and our fight to return to self governance. I would like to personally thank Mr. Meckler for his courage in enduring this horrible experience and having the fortitude to share it with us all.

The following is the blog post that Mark made about his experience with the NYC authorities and his arrest over his constitutional right to bear arms:

NYC Gun Charges Dropped. Now I Can Speak Out.

On December 15, 2011 at approximately 5:15 a.m., I was at LaGuardia International airport preparing to check in for a flight out of the city.  During a routine check-in, I requested a firearms declaration form from the ticket agent.  It was my intent to declare and check my unloaded firearm.

I purchased this firearm legally, and I have a valid concealed carry permit for it issued in California.  The unloaded gun was locked inside a TSA-approved travel case, and the case was locked inside my checked luggage.  I carry the firearm for my personal safety, having received numerous threats due to my role in the Tea Party Patriots.  I have checked this firearm at airports dozens of times before, all across the country.

As I traveled through LaGuardia that morning, I passed TSA signs telling me I had the right to check this unloaded firearm in my luggage, and that I am required by law to declare the firearm to the ticketing agent.  This is exactly what I did.

The ticketing agent provided me with the declaration form, and I signed it and returned it to her.  She advised me that she would need to call Port Authority police to inspect.  This is not unusual when traveling with a firearm.  Procedures vary from airport to airport, from airline to airline, and even from day to day, and as a law-abiding citizen, I have always been happy to cooperate.

Unfortunately, that day, I didn’t realize that I was about to cross paths with New York City’s anti-Second Amendment stance.  Upon showing my case and the weapon to the officer who arrived on the scene, and after a few brief questions, she advised me that she was placing me under arrest for violating New York City’s firearms laws.

To say that I was stunned would be an understatement.  I am from a law enforcement family.  My mother is a retired correctional officer, and I have spent my life around folks from the law enforcement community.  I have always considered myself a law-abiding citizen.  I have never been arrested before.  I have never been in police custody.  I can never say those things again.  On December 15th, 2011, I was arrested, handcuffed at the ticket counter, and taken to a waiting squad car for transport to the Port Authority Police station at LaGuardia.

I was subsequently transferred, in handcuffs, to the Queens Central booking facility in New York City.  I was charged with felony possession of a firearm with intent to do harm.  I spent the day in Queens…in jail.

It was a nightmare that I can scarcely describe to you.  Until you have felt the handcuffs on your wrists, and until you have heard that cell door close behind you, it is impossible to understand what it means to actually lose your liberty.  And since that day, my liberty has been at stake, and because of that threat, based upon the advice of counsel, I’ve been unable to publicly speak about this case.  Today the silence ends.

I am pleased to announce that the criminal case against me has been dropped.  Although I was originally charged with a violent felony, the case against me was resolved with a plea to “disorderly conduct. ” Disorderly Conduct is not a felony or a misdemeanor, or even a crime.    The facts underlying my plea are that I declared a legally purchased, properly licensed and unloaded firearm at an airport counter.  Apparently, much to my surprise, in New York City, it is considered “disorderly conduct” to exercise your constitutionally guaranteed, Second Amendment rights.

Strangely, now that the case against me is over,  the authorities refuse to return my firearm.  There is no law that allows them to confiscate a weapon in this manner.  They simply say “no” when you ask for your weapon back.  This is apparently their “policy.”  It is done regularly in New York.  This is government robbery.  Not only is New York City anti-Second Amendment rights, but they are depriving citizens of their legally owned property.  My lawyer has advised me that I can attempt to pursue the return of my firearm, but that to do so would cost me more than the firearm is worth.  I am not alone in facing this tyranny.  It has happened to hundreds of people in the New York metro area.  My lawyer, Brian Stapleton, has handled over 400 of these cases himself, so he is an expert on the subject.

While the end of this case is the end of a horrible nightmare for my family and I, it is not the end of this fight.  It is just the beginning.  Since the original incident, I have received more emails, phone calls, texts and tweets of support than you can possibly imagine.  To those people, I want to say heart-felt thanks on behalf of my entire family.  We have come to know that we are not alone in this particular fight.  Apparently, this happens to hundreds of people per year in New York City.  And New York City is not alone in its attack on our rights.  This sort of Constitutional abuse, Second Amendment and otherwise, is taking place all over the nation.  And we as citizens must stand against it.  We must protect our rights, or we will lose them.

Many of you know me as someone who is willing to stand and fight for self-governance in this country.   I’m no politician, and I’m not from a powerful or connected family.   I’m an average American citizen.  And I stand shoulder to shoulder with millions of other Americans who, despite enormous obstacles, and despite the politicians and ruling elite who oppose us, intend to return this country to the bounds of the United States Constitution.

The politicians and ruling elite will try, but we must not let them label us Democrat or Republican, conservative or liberal.  We cannot let them make us fight against each other.  Too much is at stake.  We the People are losing our sovereignty to the government.   We the People, must stand and fight for our inalienable rights.

I’m not alone in this fight.  There are so many laws, that no one can possibly know or understand them.  We are all affected.  From the inner city to the farm, from the heartland of America to the coasts, people are under pressure from a government that no longer serves them.   From my home in California, to the farmland of Kansas… from the small towns of South Carolina to the metropolis of New York, every year the legislatures pass thousands of laws and regulations that do not serve the people.

The legislators don’t read the bills they pass, and even if they did, they couldn’t understand them.  Our criminal justice system is terribly broken, and no longer serves the people and the communities it was intended to serve.  Our regulatory system is broken; small businesses and the communities that rely on them crushed under the weight of unnecessary regulation.

We are, step by step, destroying the heart of America.  And we are doing so because we are not governing ourselves according to the Constitution.  It’s up to us…the People.

It’s time to stand for self-governance.  It is time to stand for the plain meaning of the Constitution.  Every word of the Constitution is important, and we must fight for them all.  We must fight for every inch of this country, from the inner city to the smallest rural town.  We are, all of us, first and foremost, American citizens.  We’ve always governed ourselves…and we always intend to.  And we’ve always been willing to stand when freedom is at stake.   It is time to stand…time for all of us, every race, every religion, every gender, every American to stand up and fight for liberty and take responsibility for governing ourselves.

No one should ever have to go through what my family has been through, simply for exercising a fundamental right, specifically enumerated in the United States Constitution.  I am committed to making sure no one does.  And I’m willing to work with anyone…anyone, who agrees that it’s time for the people to govern themselves once again.

Will we as citizens fight for our inalienable right to govern ourselves, or will we quietly allow ourselves to be “governed” into submission by a ruling elite, disconnected from our citizens and our communities?  Only history will tell, but I intend to fight.

(Note:  Every law enforcement officer I dealt with through the process was polite and professional.  They are not to blame for NYC’s unconstitutional or tyrannical behavior.  From my experience, they seem to be good people, just doing a difficult job.)

This story in its entirety along with reader comments can also be viewed in the original post on Mark’s website.