There is a lost post. I know where it is. It will not upload. You, are denied the wisdom. However the rule of survival, should you be interested now, is get far from tanks. Period. That is about all you need to know.

I had a wonderful shopping experience at Wal Mart the other day. I bought a survival tent. I had been feeling insecure for not having a survival tent. Whatever happened to the tent? I stopped carrying one. I got wet.

My favorite memory is the ditch. Frosty I awoke. In the ditch. Somewhere in Pennsylvania. I did a multiplicity of trips North and then South. My welcome would become worn out and I would hit the road.

Heading into thirty I settled down, but it didn’t last. I had really really wanted to be a settler. Buying an airport is still a dream. I knew some people that did it. I worked for them. I worked for them a couple of times for subsistence wages. I was moving up. The up was nowhere.

Then and then and then and the business and at least I had a skill. At the top there was a problem. I was destroyed. Politics, lies, jokes. Don’t get involved. Do something else. It won’t matter.

Where is my power? I was looking for a box of power.

The parts for another guitar are in the mail.

I am the Intendor TM. I have policies. Economics are a theory, not a science. Labor doesn’t want to work. Make them work by not paying them. You have a budget. They are honest people. They will understand.

A good king is a good thing, tried and true, and nothing new. His name was Albert. The Danes were a problem. Defensive perimeter. Swords. Cuts burn. Get me some big guys.

I am the Intendor, leader of the Party. Haven’t had a party in years. I go to the hospital a lot.

I am the Intendor. Parliamentary democracy. Perimeter defense. Guided bullets. FEG and a Sig for everybody. Pepper spray.

If human capital is valued it stops becoming surplus, but better as a reserve. You train the reserves. An army is everybody.

I am the Intendor. I meant it. I was willing to run for US Senate. I hear it pays well.


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About Russell Scott Day

I come from sailors and priests. My aim is to prevent apocalyptic riot, better known as nuclear war, when I was growing up. Creating a nation of airports will create the peace enough environment to prevent apocalyptic riot. I had a vision due to a period of boredom and bliss like the Aleph of Borges. That is the story I learned and was made up and happens.

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