I was at the campus library here in town and, to my surprise, they had a couple displays about the ‘good old days’ of the Cold War bomb-shelter era.

Interestingly, about twenty years ago, I’d heard some rumours that there was a stash of CD supplies hidden in the machinery level of one of the campus dorms. A sympathetic and equally curious head resident grabbed his keys and we went exploring. Sure enough, on the levels above the elevator machinery were dozens of the old Sanitation Kits and some of the old water barrel kits. This stuff is still out there.

The pamphlets and booklets are quite interesting. Some of them I had not seen before.

One of my favorite places to read about this sort of stuff.

Conspiracy theorists claim a secret bunker has been buried beneath Denver International Airport as the US government prepare for the apocalyspe.

And, they say there’s plenty of evidence to back up their incredible claim.

One video examines several theories, from murals and artwork to secret blueprints, as they seek to prove something suspicious is occurring under the Colorado site.

The DIA has been a swirling dumpster fire of conspiracy theory since they built the thing. To be fair, building an airport with a ‘secret purpose’ makes sense…you have the advantage of air transport, huge swaths of space for storage, a built in security component, communications networks and facilities, large fuel stockpiles, etc.

Really, the only way to solve this one is for someone to ‘get on the inside’ and go spelunking in the lower depths under the place.

Do *I* think there’s some sort of NWOZOGCIACFROMGWTF!!11!!! connection to it? No. The last time .gov built an enormous bunker and camouflaged it to keep it secret was around 1960 when they built the Greenbrier. They managed to keep a lid on it for about 30 years, but that was before the age of cellphones, internet, and flying drones. I’d think that keeping a place that a secret in this day and age is much harder.

But..I’ve been wrong before. Maybe it really is the interstellar JFK airport from ‘Men In Black’. Nonetheless, an interesting article for those of us who like the idea of secret underground facilities and bunkers.

I saw the Metals Pimp the other day and he said “By the way, this is for you” and handed me a Silver Eagle. Apparently one of you fine people did some biz with him and said “Give the Zero an Eagle from me!”. So…thank you! When the radioactive fallout has cleared and I’m buying desperate coeds to work in my Lingerie Proving Ground I will think highly of you.

And someone was also nice enough to kick in a some greenbacks through the PayPal link for the Bunker Equippage Fund. So, again…much thanks.

Blogging is it’s own reward. I do it mostly for my own enjoyment and, honestly, the teeny-tiny bit of ‘internet fame’ that once-in-a-rare-while comes my way. But it’s nice when folks drop some coins in the hat. Thank you, guys.

…the folks responsible for automatic updates to Windows 10 will be one of the first groups up against the wall.

By Grabthars Hammer, my operating system will be avenged….

Well, that was a bit underwhelming. Forst of, it was, believe it or not, twelve bucks to walk in the door. Twelve! Thats, like, groceries for two days!

There were, maybe, about 30 vendors…there was the usual assortment of nylon gear and books. Also, beekeeping stuff, a couple realotors, some medical stuff, pocket stoves, essential oils, and a few other staples of these kinds of shows. But…all in all, not worth the drive and definitely not worth the price of admission.

On the other hand, I did try to salvage the trip by hitting a few gun stores and came across a place that had a a few 2nd Gen Glocks for sale for $300 ea.. so, not a total loss.

To be fair, this was the first time this sort of thing was held there and perhaps that accounts for the less than impressive showing of vendors, but if it isn’t significantly larger next year I’ll save my money and stay here in little ol’ Montana.

Off to Spokane tomorrow morning with a friend to attend a preparedness expo there. I’ve never been to one of these, so I’m quite curious how it’ll go. I expect lots of vendors of starge food, LifeStraws, firestarting, medical gear, and a lot of tinfoil headgear. Matter of fact, I’m going to keep my open for The Most Bizarre Vendor And Gear. Should be interesting.

I’m not really looking for anything myself. Although, you never know what you might come across. I’ll play it safe and try not to bring too much cash with me. I can resist anything except temptation.

Yeah, theres a distinct lack of posting lately. Real world stuff, Im afraid.

Oddly, you would think with all the tumult going on in the world there would be  no shortage of things to post about…zika, Trump vs. Tramp, wildfires, earthquakes, economic matters, etc, etc. Face it…it’s an interesting world out there.

I’ve been out doing some travel lately, hence the radio silence. It’s a big world and while parts of it are pretty and have some value, they are only a small fraction of the rest of the country. Yeah, Venice is pretty but as a whole Italy is pretty messed up. And the Acropolis looks awesome, but Greece is a Third World hole. So..yeah…the US has it’s issues but it’s better than most of the options.

So…Cruz has bowed out, much to my surprise. I was dead certain he’d be the party candidate (and I really still haven’t ruled it out completely). The only real question now is if the GOP will rally around the frontrunner or leave him to swing in the wind as a lesson to those who would deign to buck the party power players.

Regardless, I think we’re doomed…again. Im thinking it’s going to be President Hillary…but I am virtually certain it will be a one-term affair. Someone pointed out to me that as polarizing as both players are, even in their own party, there’s an excellent chance of gridlock. Dude, I’m pro-gridlock. Government that governs best, governs least.

And to try and stay somewhat on topic, while cleaning out a few things I managed to find a time capsule to the mid-90’s. Behold:

A box of the ol’ Black Talon ammo. Remember all that hand-wringing? How it would fly through a body like a buzzsaw…never mind that with most conventional rifling twists the bullet wouldnt even make a full revolution before exiting the body. Still, once the bad press hit the media Winchester folded it’s tent, took off the black coating, tinkered a bit, and relaunched it as Ranger SXT …where it sits in a lot of badged holsters. So…twenty year old ammo. Sure, it’ll work just fine but, really, who needs the headache of some zealous mouthbreather telling a jury how horrible you are for using ammo that is so evil it was pulled off the market.

Ah, the 90’s….the first half of that decade really was a fun one for guns.

I don’t know what I ate last night that prompted it, but I had some majorly weird dreams.

The biggest catalyst was that I watched a couple DVR’d episodes of “Fear The Walking Dead”.  I swear, the mom on that show is making me root for the zombies. In fact, in my head I refer to her as ‘Andrea 2’, after the loathed character from TWD. My biggest complaint is that her and her family are living comfortably on the boat of the mysterious Mr. Strand, and he really has no duty or obligation to her or her family at this point, and yet she feels she can order him to ‘stop the damn boat’ every time she wants to pick up squalling refugees…risking her family, his boat, and everything else to satisfy her imagined moral superiority.

For the love of Crom, can we please kill this woman off? Please??

But keep this guy..he’s, like, a dozen shades of cool. (Trivia: this man has a Harvard law degree)

Which, naturally, messed with my subconscious and I had a weird dream. I dreamt it was after some great disaster and I helped my neighbor. He was worried he and his family were going to starve and I gave him some food. When he remarked that he didnt want to put me at a disadvantage I said not to worry..I had plenty. And then he just magically assumed that he could have whatever he wanted…and started helping himself to my stores. For whatever reason, I didnt have a gun on me and after he helped himself to some food, a couple bicycles, and some other stuff, he left and I started worrying about if he was going to come back demanding more because, as he said, I ‘have so much’ and he had ‘ so little’. And I worried he was going to tell other people and I’d be overrun with demands for supplies. And then I thought “Well, if he comes back demanding more I’m just going to have to shoot him.” (Which is ungood because i really have no desire to shoot anybody..but I also have no desire to be stripped bare by locusts and left to starve. Grasshoppers are on their own.)

Definitely makes a case for ‘anonymous giving’,  but also makes an even stronger case for keeping your dang mouth shut. And a really strong case for having a secondary location set up. And, finally, it’s a good starting point for deep thinking about just how charitable (or uncharitable) you feel comfortable being.