One has to wonder if Recall just isn’t as profitable as they had hoped.

I’m thinking 3/4oz #8 birdshot is the zeroday attack.

But it does work in an electrically challenged environment when the latency of the internet is infinite. But it can be hacked by 3/4oz #8 birdshot.

Like most prepper things for sale, this is a better product to skin money from the ignorant and the unreasonably fearful than it is truly useful. It assumes you have electricity and the functioning equipment to access it.

In a real prepper situation, you either already ready have the knowledge in your head, (the best method), or you have real books and pamphlets to read, (slow to access).

Remember Kiddies, if a real SHTF gets here, there not only won’t be no google or youtube, but there won’t be much time to use it anyway. Survival is a real time sink. And most living in the big cities will simply die in place anyway.

It’s supposed to be in the US also.

First you live in rural Mississippi, now you live less than 75 miles from the Canadian border? Should I call you an asshole ignorant troll?

The numbers are still non-zero across the northern US. Needing a passport to shop at Walmart should be at least a hint that I’m over 1000 miles away from you. And I should probably be happy that I’m not as representative as you I suppose. In any case, enjoy your “rural” life.

Me, I’mma waiting for iceout on the lake and for the frost danger to go away, (about another 4 weeks), so I can get my garden in again.

Good for you. Where I live, there is still no cell service, (got to be in a town for that), and the US Postal Service will not deliver mail to my home, (I need to pay $165 a year to get a postal box in town to get my mail and I need to drive to get it). I do have internet most of the time, but that and the electricity can be sketchy in a storm, the hazards of living in a forest. So if I can’t access that, Oh well, been there before. And I have lived many years without it. Like I said, we will just do without. Oh, and the nearest Walmart is in another country, Canada. I need an enhanced driver’s license or passport to shop there. So I ain’t missing much there either. The nearest hospital, (level 3, the “barely a hospital” level) is 50 miles away and the nearest ambulance is 20 miles away-- you have a heart attack, you will probably die before help gets there.

There is wannabe rural like you and then there is rural.

The difference is we are used to it. You are not.

As one of those more rural Americans-- we’ve always lived that life of not being able to get those things the rest of you take for granted. Whether it’s tofu, cell phone service, or healthcare. So my life will continue with little disruption.

Yes, us old people can become just as addicted to phones as easily as a 14 year old. And with the same stupid shit. On the other hand, it can help keep cognitive abilities working better and helping to keep more interested in the world around you. But it can impair judgement and let people slid into poor mental hygiene. And us old people have a very hard time with those two things anyway.

But, despite my great fear of losing my mental acuity and abilities, I can feel the small cracks beginning to form around the edges of my mind. I work hard to keep learning new things and mastering new skills. From learning how to make my own bacon this past summer to learning how to bake bread this winter. While working out a new model steam engine design that I might build next winter. Plus adding some 3D printing designs to upload for others to possibly enjoy and use. And today I’m driving 300 miles to pick up a new puppy to train to hunt grouse with me in the fall. (I lost my beautiful little baby girl Tara to kidney failure this early spring). This puppy might well out live me when it’s all said and done.

The fear of decline is real and I know it’s inevitable.

If you are wondering if others are on the road with you, you’re doing it wrong.

Turn signals are cool. But let’s ignore the fact I live in a very rural area and there is often no one within miles of me when driving. In that case, who am I going to signal to? That suicidal deer in the ditch? That’s the last SOB I want to have any clue about where I’m going. But anywhere I meet or see traffic I do use them. And definitely the once a month trip I make to a real town.

I do not, as a rule, place any great amount of faith in turn signals. And that paranoia has saved me more than once. Far too often I have seen a driver with a turn signal blinking merrily blow past me either straight ahead or turn in the opposite direction. Had I believed those signals, I would have been tee-boned.

The only thing I believe in is the direction your steer tires are turned. Turns out your vehicle will go in the direction they are pointing. Any of you new drivers, this is an excellent safe driving tip. Pay attention to the steer tires. Those tires will tell you the truth about the real intentions of another driver.

In any case always remember-- it’s just as easy to be dead being dead right as it is being dead wrong. Be safe out there…

So many perfectly working older computers are going to be headed to the landfill as e-waste. That’s the horrible part.

What a waste tech dollars just to play some stupid game.

Yeah, it’s hard to put a tariff on a country that you have already sanctioned and don’t trade with at all. But that fact doesn’t play well here.

I grew up a poor farm boy, so we never had a VCR when I was a kid. And they really weren’t a thing anyway when I was young. And according to my Father, us kids were the remote!

Did you ever peer into the back of the TV when a tube would burn out and your Dad would pull the cabinet out, then remove the back and try to see which tube didn’t light up when the set was powered up? It was a marvelous sight! It often took us a few days before we would get to town before we could stop into the local drug store that had a tube tester and had a selection of the common tubes to buy.

That’s what I love about mine. Automatic lid raise and lower as you walk in, heated ring and water, (both adjustable temp), air dry, (again heated), and charcoal filtered air filtration to minimize the stench from that drive through burrito.

It’s the posh life. Very nearly the equal to having your own chamberlain.

You need to use the power washer setting. Takes the paint right off the wall…

I was thinking of even older things.

The feel of the keys and staccato sounds of a mechanical typewriter.

The sound of a wringer/washer machine

The muffled sound of my am band 9 transistor pocket radio “hiding” under my pillow late at night for as long as the 9V battery would last (I loved the Mystery Radio Theater show that started at 10pm)

The soft crackling sound of a tube black and white TV as all the tubes warmed up. (And the time it took to do so)

The sound and smell of the percolator coffee pot in the morning

The sound of a wooden screen slamming shut

The smell and sound of a mimeograph machine printing copies in the school/church office (And the slight buzz you could get from copy fluid-- Petroleum aromatics Yum!)

Doing my math homework with a slide rule.

The smell of a fresh fired paper hull shotgun shell on a cold crisp late fall morning

And so much more that no longer exists.

A perfect zero. I have done all of those things and more that the creator of that list can’t even imagine. Things that were everyday common but have faded beyond memory, (and aren’t missed at all).