Whiskey Tango Foxtrot
Yeah yeah, I know, long time no post. There’s a lot going on in the world with a tremendous amount of well-written commentary to be had exclusive of my amateurish efforts. I have also been extremely busy with business and preparations – the former greatly facilitates the latter.
Weather around Camp Remus has been unusual and prone to extreme – in particular the heat. The heat has played havoc with gardening and some of the violent storms have toasted more than a few pieces of electronic equipment.
The global economic situation continues to deteriorate, the gutting of sovereign treasuries continues unabated and future generations continue to be sold into financial slavery. And what will become of America? We are no longer the land of the free, we’ve become the land of debt slaves. We are no longer the home of the brave, but rather the home of can-kickers and boot-lickers; feverishly snorting line after line of stepped-on debt-laced Hopium. Fucking pathetic.
FEAR. UNCERTAINTY. DOUBT. (F.U.D.) These are the WMD being wielded against us. Even in the flushest of times, the future is never guaranteed. If you succumb to the fear of the unknown, the uncertainty of the future and doubt your own resourcefulness and resolve, well, your future probably won’t change for the better.
Buckle up – the ride gets rougher. I gotta get back to work.