Just Like That

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duct tape,

a mask,

a Colt 1911 with four spare magazines,

surgical gloves,


and plastic sheeting

In your trunk –is now politically correct.


People say that things eventually come around . I knew that one day I’d be accepted as normal…

28 thoughts on “Just Like That

    1. I was speaking of basics. I guess that I could tow a wood chipper out to the sough 40.

        1. Just so long as there’s not also a case of Depends for that really long road trip…

          The rest of it just sounds like being prepared, to me.

    1. Good to know. But a Ford Raptor with a bed cover will take three or four.

  1. You are the new normal…knew we could count on you.

    Pick-up tool boxes are great for holding necessary gear, some are “multi-use” for sure. Then again, my dad could get 2 weeks worth of Jersey Shore 6 person family gear into the trunk of our 1974 Impala…he would joke the engineers designed it to hold a lot of bodies…just in case.

    A different tack…knowing the Left desires to burn down our Republic with the COVID19, I’m thinking it’s time for regular folks to tell the government and hyperventilating media to go scratch…re-open up their businesses and get back to work. All this quarantining will prolong the effects of this bad viral cold thing, especially if it somehow manages to do Round Two. Sure, the small population with depressed immunity or underlying problems should take extra precaution. But the human body is very good at fighting off environmental pathogens all the time, and this one is not any worse than any others we routinely run into. People need to develop the antibodies, and the forced hiding out is only making them more susceptible, not less.

    1. The herd immunity needs to be built. You’re 100% correct. If the anti-malarial drugs can be given to those most susceptible, it will be a game changer and everyone can stop worrying.

      But it’s hard to gain control over the population if you can simply distribute a trillion doses of hydroxychloroquine. It’s true that some people will react to side effects, but the drug has been on the market for 70+ years. Those who can’t take it and have a lot wrong with them, need to be really careful. But that’s not how the totalitarians spin it.

      1. They have gained control over far too many. Case in point – just came back from town, partly to run a few errands, partly to buck the asinine edicts, and partly to observe for myself how the masses were operating (ya know, OODA Loop).

        I was there all of an hour, but the entire time it “felt” like a Socialist experience – that gray pallor dripping from everywhere like some depressing vapor (same as when Obama got elected the second time). This was especially evident in the supermarket where aisles were reasonably well stocked but the cretinous homeless were hogging the self checkout area and yelling at the help because their freebie EBT cards weren’t working. (I refrained from explaining the facts of life and to knock it off or get the hell out, but you know who’d get arrested…moi…this is Fort Collins, not Lander.)

        I have come to say, “we shall see what this week brings” – thinking what we witness each week couldn’t get more bizarre on the Pelosi scale (sort of like the Richter scale, only more destructive). But with the treacherous noodge’s in government running roughshod over the Constitution and invading peoples lives as if they have any say, my statement has become moot. This COVID19 crap – as it has morphed to Statist lockdown – is not okay, and I see a revolt in the future when the rational among us get fed up with the self-appointed ruling class and mind-numbed 80% who think this is all terrific.

        Escape from Fort Collins wasn’t soon enough. Then on the way out the all important (not) CDOT PSA Road sign flashed up the “non-essential” mandated directives.

        A-H’s…like I would listen to them.

        1. It’s the same thing in Northern Arizona. There is a parlor over everything. It’s a wary sort of pensive behavior in which nothing feels normal, nothing feels right. Leaving my mountain fortress compound for the cities is depressing. The White Wolf Mine compound is the same, the larder is stocked, all the vehicles have full gas tanks, clean water is drawn up through the well. The air is crisp and spring is bringing warmth. Fawns will be born shortly and it will be fun to see them bouncing around. People are polite enough. Though the 1911 does get some glares.

          I’m ready for life to get back to normal. Joke ’em if they can’t take a f#ck.

    1. I recall a situation where a colleague hit a German Shepherd while driving a police car at 95mph down LaPalma Blvd at 3am. Even after the car came back from the city yard, it smelled like BBQ dog.

      1. “Sudden Impact”?

        Fellow passing on the left running about 80 couple years back, in a Dodge Dakota, center punched a doe crossing from my right, my truck screened her out, he never touched his brakes. Hit that deer square on. The explosion of plastic debris was impressive, front blinker lens hit me on the shoulder, something small and hard cracked my windshield, the guy never let off the gas pedal, he put it to the boards, hit at 100 pulling away kept going, the deer was imbedded in his radiator support. You would need a come-along to get it out, I turned off a couple miles for home. Always wonder about that, how far can you go with a deer blocking airflow to your radiator, never mind loosing coolant, doing a buck plus? Maybe the dude figured why stop now, see if I can make it to home base before my vehicle gives up the ghost. Saves a wrecker bill. Stopping wouldn’t change much but leave you dead on the road.
        Life choices I guess.
        Making good, expedient ones, is a survival trait.

        1. He may have had one too many sips of “oh be joyful” and was concerned about what would happen to him if the police arrived.

        2. A SSGT instructor in tech school (USAF) told how he was driving at night with the windows down in his pickup and a group of deer bolted across the road. One doe leaped and got her head in the driver’s side window. The impact twisted her around and snapped her neck while simultaneously landing her in the bed of the pickup. My instructor, having been smacked in the back of the head by a deer snout that was just as suddenly whipped back out the window, stopped to see WTF just happened, and to gather his wits about him. Of course, that’s when the sheriff’s deputy came up. He was really damned suspicious, but after checking out the deer snot on the seat, on the guy’s head, the slight dent (unnoticed until the deputy spotted it) in the door frame, and finally discovering that the doe’s neck was in fact broken and there was no gunshot wound, believed my instructor. I can’t remember what he said the disposition of the deer was (it was out of season, thus the suspicion of poaching), but these days, I’m sure the authorities would’ve claimed it. And then been in venison for a while.

  2. You forgot the bag of quick lime.
    Although, I understand lime is old school, now.

  3. No trunk on the pickup, but that stuff does fit nicely behind the seat. Jules is right, normalcy is not your wheelhouse. I guess that’s why I keep coming here.

    1. Normal is not my middle name, but I’ve passed a lot of polygraph tests in my life. I guess that I flutter well. Whether that is attributable to a lack of conscience is another question.

    1. Thank you, John. I’m trying to work on the blog while I’m doing the new business. It’s all going ok, but it’s also crazy.

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