Something to Think About

Romans 1:16 (NKJV) – For I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, for it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes, for the Jew first and also for the Greek.

Take a minute and listen


Red Mist

It’s volcano season again in Iceland. That means that it’s time for me to flog my books with Jules Smith: Red Mist and Loki’s Fire!

Legends endure for a reason. Sometimes they survive to impel our cultural hubris. Occasionally they endure because they instill a sense of focus on what was and perhaps a vision of what will be. They are always a reminder. When they come back to haunt us, things start to get interesting.

A couple in Iceland, very much in love, visit a historic site and suddenly he throws himself into a volcano, burning to a crisp in front of her eyes, and thereafter, it is always raining.

The dwindling North Sea Oil supply is suddenly rejuvenated with a new discovery, a huge oil field of light, sweet, crude worth billions. Exploration, drilling, and pumping begin to breathe life into a faltering industry and just as things seem to be going well, the oil is polluted with radioactive thorium.

US Army Special Forces operators in Iceland on an exercise are drawn into a crisis and as NASA withdraws, they boldly face the challenge. All but one are rendered insane and the memory of Red Mist turns into a quest for answers – that the CIA already has.

In Texas, a political fixer is called on to deal with a situation and finds himself completely out of his depth.

In England, a psychologist’s life is turned upside down as a skald makes a disturbing prophecy.

In China, aggressive experiments into neutrino research create a completely unforeseen disaster and portend a global cataclysm of Biblical proportions.

Just when you’re sure that you have all the answers and are confident that the science is settled, it isn’t.

In other news, Broken Toys – my next book, but not a sequel to Red Mist, is coming along. I still think that Christmas is a realistic time frame for completion.


Thoughts on the Home Canning Season

The season of home (jar) canning is soon upon us – peaches, pears, apple butter, plum jam, and apricot jam. I about swallowed my tongue when I saw the price of mason jars, but the increases are par for the course while living under the Brandon regime. Fruit is expensive, but the quality that comes from home canning is far superior to that which can be purchased from commercial canneries and if done correctly, it will last at least until the next season (when I will only need lids – but lids are also ruinously expensive). I missed the Southern Utah cherry season but I’ve been occupied elsewhere. I have to drive to St. George for work and will check out the fruit stands – peaches are just coming on.

There is a canning class being held at the Church of the Nazarene (about an hour’s drive away in Payson) later in the month that I want to attend, but we may need to get the peaches in before the class.


Fair Warning



The barrage of China’s conventional ballistic missiles around Taiwan on August 04. Temper tantrum.


Countries that will double their population by 2050


I heard a rumor that Brandon and cronies were moved into Site R while Pelosi was frolicking in Taiwan. I have no way to verify that.



    • I’ve never canned pickles.

      I discovered the pickles at Costco that are VERY close to homemade and went. with that. BUT I have always wanted to pickle cucumbers.

      • I recently found sweet-hot pickle (chips) at Kroger’s. +++
        Their refrigerated dill pickles are pretty good.

        • One of the true joys in living in the South(east) is Publix. Their kosher dills are the best I have ever tasted. You know a pickle is good when you can drink the juice.

          • “when you can drink the juice”
            Good news for heart failure docs too.
            My friend had a patient who spent a week in hospital getting “dried out” (not alcohol, literally getting water diuresed out via IV Lasix and metolazone). So the guy gets discharged, and his temple throws him a little potluck party to celebrate. Two days later he’s back in the ER.
            “What happened, Igor?”
            “My friends know I love pickled herring. So everyone brought me herring. And I had to eat a little bit from each. To be polite, you know. And the whole time I’m thinking: all that sodium — I hope it doesn’t land me in hospital!”

            Igor is a lovely man, and he’s right that politeness is important. My friend tried to be a good cardiologist and read him the riot act, but couldn’t help grinning, so the fine edge of his moral outrage was perceptibly blunted.

  1. Such fabulous books! And the volcano explodes as we speak which is a warning to all those who have yet to read this wonderful series.

    I have had an abundance of fruit this year to the point where the boughs of my trees were falling down they was so laden. I have conference pears and damson cherries. I’ve already made three cherry pies, two cherry crumbles and I had to use the rest to make 3 litres of cherry vodka for Christmas! My friends are bottling the pears and have also mentioned how expensive mason jars are too because they had to buy 20 as a job lot. My fault.

    I’m not a fan of pears, hence me giving them away. I don’t really like peaches either except for the ones in a can on a road to the volcano in Iceland. Oh, look! That brought me straight back to Red Mist. There must be something in the Eir.

  2. Really enjoyed the video. She is a wonder in herself. I also enjoy reading all your books and looking forward to reading Broken Toys. And I’m looking forwarder (yes, that is a word in my world) to reading you seafaring blockbuster of yore.

  3. Those little rubber gasket rings for the old-fashioned kind of Mason jars are through the roof, too.

    Raven Rock – too bad nobody turned the lights off on their way out after delivering them, and then parked an M-88 sideways across the doors.


  4. I grew up with home canning.

    Back in the day after their mother split, I would take my two youngest to the Yakima area and the You Pick fields. Then home where we would can the gleanings. The point wasn’t the food, it was so my sons clearly understood the amount of uncomfortable work that was needed for food to reach the grocery shelves.

    My sons took pride in showing their friends our small stash and bragging about how “they” made that food and the shelves that held the jars. Puget Sound is earthquake country and our shelves were built with that in mind. It didn’t hurt that the food was delicious and they loved it.

    • My mom loved to experiment in the kitchen when I was a young lad and we did our share of canning. Some of it was green from our garden, but I don’t recall now exactly what. Maybe pickles, maybe green tomato’s.

      We also made blackberry and elderberry jam. If a batch didn’t jell, it was pancake syrup. We had a couple of over grown blackberry thickets on the ranch, and we would kamikaze in with our WWII surplus jeep, and pick from the jeep. The elderberry recipe called of a lot of sugar. An elderberry off the tree will just about nail your tongue to the roof of your mouth.

  5. Mom canned every year, before the advent of “anything available in the grocery store at any time of the year.” Home Science…will it make a comeback as people will start feeling the wrath of the Greenie Anarchists? Maybe. In the mean time MyPatriot sits on the shelf and the extra freezer is full up in case the idiots in charge run their reckless continuum.

    Site R- Total hypocrites, really discriminatory to other Site’s. Imagine how Site Z feels being left out of prominence. Maybe we’ll see the rise of Site Karen’s explaining how oppressed and hurt they are?

    “…as it is written, “The righteous shall live by faith.”” Amen

    • One thing’s for sure; when Site Karen asks to speak with the manager, she/xe/them aren’t asking to speak with Brandon.

      • The Left/Dem’s level of idiotic rhetoric transcends all things, even Site Caves dug into the side of mountains. They likely have waving rainbow flags out front – like those vertical ones used on car lots – to announce their real agenda for all those who enter.

        Weakness of mind/body/spirit rots from the inside out and the top down.

  6. My mom never canned. My Granny did. I was too dumb to learn.
    The song and video brought tears to my eyes.
    If you can’t get to the class, you can probably find thousands of videos on you tube.
    There is a blog I follow. Of all the posts I thought about sharing with you, this one is probably the best from your point of view, unless you don’t want to learn to pressure can – which she has a post on also.
    You all be safe and God bless.
    P.S. Love the Fair Warning!

    • I know how to can, but there are always new ways of doing old things and a refresher makes sense.

    • Happens to me only on Firefox (iPad never has a problem)…sometimes Firefox loads VM with graphics, other times not, occasionally if I leave it alone at the page top to go get more coffee, it’ll load. Clearing the history cache often helps.

      • Carp like that is why I left Firefox for good a couple years ago. Went to Microserf Edge, it works, and I use Microserf Bing as a search engine. Nary a problem with resources or with loading pages.

        Sometimes Microserf does get things right.

  7. Mom canned tomatoes. I wasn’t a fan of tomatoes.
    Mom did it primarily to have done it.
    But we used to have a big pantry of canned (tin can) goods,
    Rotated stock out of it.
    I should do that.

    • Rotation is the key to making this work. The key is the quality you achieve from your own canning. Canned tomatoes can be the base for very good sauces – spaghetti, pizza, etc.

  8. Woe unto others than just BLM and Antifa.

    My mom and all my relatives raised large gardens and canned, my wife’s did not. We are learning.

  9. My mother, besides feeding 3 meals a day to 10 kids (her 6 boys and 4 nieces and nephews) and her husband and brother in law after his wife died young, doing the books for their large dairy farm as well as paying all of the bills, somehow found time to can. There was a huge bowl full of sliced cucumbers soaking in vinegar just inside the door out to the milk barn. Woe to who ever walked by there without giving that a stir!

  10. My Mom used to can a lot, but then quit doing it as Dad started making (to them) beaucoup bucks. I used to like to listen for the “PLINK” from the lids as they sealed down. Sometimes you’de hear them ripple fire, and 20 jars would seal at once. I’ve never watched the prices on canning supplies, but I see them everywhere here. Mason jars, lids, rings, wax, and all kinds of stuff I have no clue on.

    Didn’t hear the Chicoms were doing pretend target practice. Should be interesting. Could we fight a two-front proxy war these days? Our industrial capacity is pretty piss poor these days….

    And I’m sure our enemies have no idea where “Site R” is located. Almost getting to be like Seven Days In May…where is “Site Y”? Oh well….all the people at the top in the Pentagon have no interest in a coup….they’re all far too woke.

    • Sometimes it’s good that the old times have faded away and other times, we rediscover them. My grandmother canned and I helped her do it. As with your family, we drifted away from doing that. It’s understandable. However the farm-to-table concept never stopped being a good idea and today, canning is one way that I can make that work all year.

  11. Listening to Life, Liberty, & Levin. Damning.

    What’s the play here? Pelosi goes over there with no real reason, China (as LL shows above) launches volley’s into Taiwan. Are our feckless warmonger leaders trying to get us into a war with China? These are the same clowns who said Trump was the warmonger…yet he wasn’t.

    Seems like they are pushing for war on multiple fronts…but my tea leaves are fuzzy. If China attacks Taiwan in earnest, or us for that matter, Marshall Law is enacted, elections suspended under some ‘new” law, boom, Dem’s stay in power and run us further aground, including their intentionally weakening our military.

    THIS is why Biden was installed. Kill America at all cost in any manner possible.

    Never a hint of this crap under President Trump…had all of them on the ropes or afraid to come out of their corners.

      • The hallmark of Libertarianism would seem to be isolation. It’s not something that I can agree with. Trade and being able to defend your trade routes is what builds wealth (a rising tide lifts all boats, etc).

      • His point – I think – was we can’t take a hard line one way or the other, that it’s a fine line balance to get “America First” right. Not easy…but Trump never had a problem making the balance mainly because his agenda was the OPPOSITE of the Biden Idiot Regime. But Biden is in bed with Ukraine and China, and owes them big (which should result in a public hanging). America (-ans) suffers as a result, whereas under DJT we were thriving but not isolated from world markets.

        The historical background Levin presented showed how isolationists like Lindbergh switched in a heartbeat when it suited the greater good, ie. after Pearl Harbor. Altho, I did not like him saying Pelosi’s trip was just fine…it wasn’t. That showtrip was a means to some end. It smells, and I give no quarter these days. The woman is up to no good as her last hurrah because it doesn’t affect her at 82. She’s evil.

        America’s leadership is teetering on a multi-front war that they WANT, and they’ll sell it as “for the greater good”, like this $740B Stimulus/Inflation Reduction Bill – aka. “Payoff for the Insider Grifter Club Members While Killing More Freedoms Bill”. How anyone believes spending/printing money during a Recession REDUCES inflation is beyond moronic. But it isn’t about that, it’s about destroying America.

  12. For canning jars, look for good pasta and pizza sauces. Classico red sauce comes in quart jars, alfredo comes in pint jars and the pizza sauce comes in cup jars (32, 16 and 8 oz sizes.) You can reuse the lids if canning acidic foods like tomatoes, or if refrigerator canning. And check out garage sales, church sales and your local used stuff store for the jars.

    And… ask your local Mormons. They may have a communal canning facility and have the supplies at a good discount over what Walmart or Target or other stores have.

    And (part deux) check out your local Big Lots (a discount store that buys surplus lots from other businesses and carries some of their own stuff.) They’ll have not-Ball jars usually at a really decent price. Same with lids and seal rings, which will fit on Ball jars. The jars ain’t fancy like some of the Ball jars are, but who cares, the food is what makes the fancy anyways.

    Big Lots is also a good place to get some good deals on spices and salt. You know, End Times barter products even better than gold or silver? Spices are what launched the golden age of ocean exploration if you remember.

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