Learn Your Country’s History
Micheal Kline “Reality Check” Audio player below!
History reports that George Santayana once famously quoted, “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” A very famous line that we are seeing applies more and more these days. Mark Twain also famously commented on this same quote when he said, “History doesn’t repeat itself, but it does rhyme.” This week we will be talking about learning history, more specifically learning the history of your country. Be it US, Russian, Chinese, British, Japanese, French, German, etc. It is your obligation as a citizen to know your countries history and what did or did not take place. Winston Churchill once said that, “history is written by the victors.” Read more “Learn Your Country’s History!”
The Mormon Colonies of Northern Mexico
By Karl Young from American West Mag.
Host: Doug “They Were Preppers”
The Mormon Colonies of Northern Mexico
South from the border town of Columbus, New Mexico, the Mormon settlements extended like beads on a string all the way to the Sierra Tarhumare: Colonia Diaz first, about sixty miles below the Mexican border; thirty five miles farther south, Colonia Pacheco; then Colonia Garcia, and finally Chuichupa. All of these Chihuahua towns lay on the east side of the Continental Divide, though the mountain towns were not far from the western slopes of the Sierra Tarahumare. Across the mountains, in Sonora, were two other colonies, Morelos and Oaxaca. In name and place the towns were Mexican; but their origins were in the United States, and the story of their foundation was one of the last chapters in the history of the long flight of the Latter-Day Saints. Read more “The Mormon Colonies of Northern Mexico”
A Cult? No, we’re just Preppers!
Host: Denob “The Prepared Canadian”
Fortunately I came across two different things on the internet. Before that I was having a tough time deciding on a topic for this week’s broadcast of The Prepared Canadin. I could have talked about food storage or water purification again, looked into a top ten list of prepper related gear, or other such subjects, but I felt somewhat uninspired by these ideas.
Of the two articles the first was an article about a psychologist at Penn State that made a comparison of preppers to a cult, and in some respect he could have a point, but for the most part, his observations seem unfounded. In fact, I explain a few ways in which this psychologist is likely a prepper himself, but just doesn’t know it. Read more “A Cult? No, we’re just Preppers!”
The Austramerican (Australian) West on “They Were Preppers“
By John Greemway
Reading By: Doug aka GoatHollow
To go into the Australian West is to go into the past. Yet wherever you go, however remote in distance or in time, America and its own West intrudes. A year ago I went to the edge of the Old Stone Age with a party of Australian scientists to study the water metabolism of the aboriginal natives in the hope of determining how these most primitive of people had adapted their bodies to survive in conditions of great heat and aridity. One particularly hard day, when the temperature stood at 120 degrees in the water bag, I sat in the red dust of Australia’s dead heartland trying desperately to convince myself that I was in the same world as my university halfway around the earth. Except for the main body of natives camped near the half dozen tin-an-transite shacks of the government station twenty-five miles away, our party of seven whites and two dozen natives was the largest group of human beings in two-hundred thousand square miles of desert so barren that – as the Australians say – you could flog a flea across the plain and see him every time he jumped.
The adult natives were asleep in the sand, unmindful of the bush flies and the dust settling in their eyes and ears, but a handful of children played in our waterhole and hunted for lizards to trade for hard candy from the lolly jar.” I had recorded some of the strange mythic songs from their parents earlier in the day, and since the tape recorder was still set up, I asked the children to sing some of their songs for me. They gathered around the microphone, naked, knowing no word of English except “lolly” never having heard a radio or a record player, or seen a movie or television; yet after a moment of conspiratorial giggling, they sang out, loud and confidently: Daby, Daby Crocka, kingada wile frontee. Read more “The Austramerican (Australian) West”