survivalism

Life is politics, you do it or it does you

The universe runs on the principle that one who can exert the most evil on other creatures runs the show.

The Golden Mean is for the weakling, it was not meant for the likes of Alexander the Great, Cyrus, Pharaohs, or Hitlers of the world

Powerless=lifeless.

I think this business of good vs. evil is of no interest to the power hungry

It's unfortunate to be bitten by political ambition. The deadly disease causes a man to want to access power by all means either by sacrificing others to its altar or by sacrificing himself when he fails.

Every revolution starts with the aim to help the poor, but when the poor get it they forget who they were and become the new oppressors. The cycle goes on forever

Let no one ever intimidate you, you are standing on no one's ground. But again, some have claimed the earth as their own and usurped power from the rest of us. But they are usurpers; power belongs to every one of us. Seek it as much as possible. There is no shame in that. In fact it's a necessity. Either you have power or you are trampled to death in the stampede to get to the top

Atheists are the most honest of the human race. These people are unable to live a double life; they are unable to lie to themselves. Of course it's an evolutionary handicap, and if that handicap was widespread, our species would run the risk of extinction

The price we paid was the price men have always paid for achieving a paradise in this life--we went soft, we lost our edge.

The profilers_ plan to coax me out of the woods resembled a comedy skit. During their search of my Cane Creek trailer, the feds had found dozens of books on the Civil War. And interviews with my friends confirmed that I was a bona fide Civil War buff. The profilers looked at all this Civil War __timuli_ and concluded that my hiding in the mountains was a form of role-playing. Starring in my own Civil War fantasy, I was a lone rebel fighting for the Lost Cause, and the task force was a Yankee army out to capture me. To talk On August 16, the task force pulled out of the woods while Bo and his rebels went in. They had to look the part, so the FBI profilers dressed them in white hats with the word __EBEL_ stenciled in red letters across the front; and around their neck each rebel wore a Confederate flag bandanna.me into surrendering, they needed some of my rebel comrades to convince me thatthe war was over and it was time to lay down my arms. Colonel Gritz and his crew were assigned the role of my rebel comrades. They were there to __escue_ me from the Yankee horde.Bo__ band of rebels pitched camp down in Tusquitee, north of the town of Hayesville. Beginning at Bob Allison Campground _ the place where I__ abandoned Nordmann__ truck _ they worked their way west into the Tusquitee Mountains. They walked the trails, blowing whistles and yelling __ric, we__e here with Bo Gritz to save you._ They searched for a week.I lost it when I heard on the radio that the profilers had dressed Gritz__ clowns in __EBEL_ hats and Confederate flag bandannas. I laughed so hard I think I broke a rib.

A politician is a man in his natural state

All of the wars in the world are fueled by power struggles either at individual, national or international levels

They only let us live in millions for the sake of the economy. I don't know what will happen by the time they figure out how to run the economy without the people

Politicians are a higher breed of men. They know that this world is ruthless and that they must live accordingly to cope with it

Only the strong will remain, all the weak will be consumed by fire

If you're not learning how to live off the land, then you're only learning how to survive in the short-term. (During a conversation with someone in regards to surviving a zombie apocalypse, 2017)

The value of a thing is what that thing will bring. -Legal Maxim