Do What You Must To Survive: B’Man’s 2012 Wicked Garden

I saw this WWII poster at Boing Boing and it really fits with what I have been working on and the fact that I haven’t bought any clothes for myself in years (you should see my worn out jeans).

Picture found at Boing Boing

The last thing I bought was a suit for a job interview four years ago. Other than a few shirts as Christmas presents, I have no new clothes. As a matter of fact, I did “inherit” some clothes when my Father-in-law passed away in July, but it was after the rest of the family scavenged thru and I received the left-overs. They got the clothes, best knives, and all the change he had saved for years (except for the pennies, which must have weighed too much for them to carry).

Today, I know that I must plant another garden, just to make sure we have food to eat next winter, for I suspect that food prices will skyrocket more than the 10-15% we have already seen this year. So, like every year, take a look at the preparation for BuelahMan’s Wicked Garden:

 

B'Man's Wicked Garden

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B’Man’s Wicked Garden Of Frenzied Cortinas

I have completed planting about half my wicked garden (and, no, I really didn’t plant mushrooms).

Will Americans Even Notice?

I know we have noticed in this household. Every penny counts with us and there are absolutely no “extras” that we can afford. As a matter of fact, my only real salvation comes from the fact that I grow a substantial amount of the food we eat and had planned to go bigger this year. This is now complicated because It appears I tore my Achilles tendon on Saturday, which will keep me off my feet for a while (going to the doctor today with money I don’t have to confirm this today).

My wife returned from the grocery store 2 days ago witha gallon of milk that cost over $3.50. Just three weeks ago it was less than $3.00.

Everything else is extremely high, but going up more. And we are not alone. Egypt, where we have been spreading Democracy for the past 30+ years to no effect have huge percentages of their income going to all food stuffs. And guess what, these are the primary reasons those people are revolting… not because they desire Democracy (especially the type that comes at the hot end of a rifle), but because they cannot afford to live and feed their families any longer.

Forbes Magazine tells us that corn is up 94% since June, soybeans are up 51% since June, and wheat is up 80% since June. This means that virtually everything you eat is rising with it (including the soon to be defunct “Dollar Menu” from that poison center, McDonald’s.

Prices on cucumbers, zucchini, peppers, tomatoes and asparagus (and many other vegetables) are set to double or triple starting right now (just go to the grocery store and see for yourself).

It looks like many of these items will be completely wiped out. In other words, you won’t be able to buy them at any price!

It is happening in India, as well:

Its happening in China, where they saw a 4.9% inflation in a one month period (if you do the math for the milk example I gave, you will see that it is an even larger percentage increase than 5%).

Riot Map of the World courtesy of Crisisboom Blog

People are rioting all over the world (with a notable exception). And Americans are told that they simply need “democracy”. But I bet if you could ask those in Mozambique, Yemen, Algeria and virtually everywhere else in the world, our form of democracy is the very last thing they want. Like me, they want food for their family, no idiotic fantasy called American democracy (which, of course, WE don’t even have). Democracy doesn’t bode well in a Fascist State (just sayin’).

And I haven’t even begun discussing all the natural disasters that will complicate (even more) the food shortages and HUNGER the world is now experiencing.

Big Freezes in the SW USA and Mexico… floods in Australia…Excessive heat in S America… floods in Argentina… on and on and on. It all adds up to pricing that will make Egypt look like a dream world, once it fully hits.

And it won’t JUST be food, either. Since we demolished our textile industries here in America, our Chinese “partners” will show us that we will be getting 35% LESS clothing for our quickly becoming worthless US Dollar.

Now, we have a corrupt government that WILL (not “might”) implement austerity measures here. But it won’t come at the cost of Empire. Oh, no, no. It will come at the cost of old people who count on Medicare and Medicaid and Social Security. It will come at the price of the poorest staving children in America dying. It will come in the guise of pulling up boot straps that are worn to a frazzle and are like an old piece of leather strapping… it falls apart with just a hint of a small tug.

But the question after all of this (and my YEARS of warning anyone who will listen): Will Americans’ Even Notice?

Probably not until it is too late (which it already is).

Good Luck! You’re Screwed!

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Scotland Says there is no time left…

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/p0053drb

People are people everywhere we go aren’t they. I had prior looked into a company called ‘PLUG’ and it actually has stock– it is wave energy. Now listening to this I kept answering outloud… ” Hell we can’t get people to stop killing people and you want to change people into tree planters. Well and good but in a world gone mad… well, really… what are we doing??? and for heavens sake… Carbon Credits exchanged globally– and Carbon swopping??? Geeeeeeeeece

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/p0053drb

 

 

B’Man’s Wicked Garden Stuff

My day was boogered when we received the call asking for help with BuelahLady’s Mother (who has recently broke her hip). I had to stay here with BuelahGirl, but didn’t get to go to the rally (which I understand was good).

I took a few pics of a few of the “different” items we planted:

Sunflower

It Won't Stop Producing

Peanuts Drying

The GREAT Pumpkin

There was one other pumpkin on this massive plant (two vines that were over 25′ long each). My mother, BuelahMeMe (don’t ask) took it upon herself to pick the “squash” when it was the size of a baseball. This plant is supposed to bear 400# pumpkins and she cut it off at 1#. I will admit that it tasted superb.

We also have another friend near the garden that we have been watching for a couple months. She likes the old kids toys we have junked in the back yard and finds dinner there. One of these pics was as she was dining (hard to tell from the back):

Preparations: A Country Boy Will Survive

I was out of pocket all day yesterday working on my latest project.

We started the project in the evenings last week. Worked almost every day and finally finished the addition yesterday (I even cleaned up after taking the pic). Paint is BuelahLady’s project (I’ll believe it when I see it). We added a 10′ X 12′ section to my work shop for storage. Since we moved here, we have been renting a large storage facility to keep the crap we couldn’t fit into this house (we moved from a 4,400 Sq Ft place to a 1,500 Sq Ft place). The storage was costing us $45/month and we have been here over 2 years. Do the math. Our bedroom isn’t big enough to hold our king sized bed, so it is in storage, just to get a sense.

The materials for the addition was $600 and a whole bunch of free labor by me and my Father-in-Law (he is 72). But now we can move whatever we need into our own storage, have the big yard sale, and then save the $45/month.

Also, as I mentioned to Kelso, my garden has been putting out. We are canning/freezing as much food as possible (and had a wonderful fresh food dinner with Giant Lima Beans, corn on the cob, squash casserole, tomatoes, cornbread and grilled chicken breast). 3 bottles of Sam Adams to top it all off and I was pooped… slept like a baby.

Today, I start moving (if I can work out the aches and pains in my body).

Now for a little Hank explaining how I will make it through, no matter what (and btw, there isn’t a single thing he sings about that I can’t do):

A Country Boy Can Survive

The preacher man says it’s the end of time
And the Mississippi River she’s a goin’ dry
The interest is up and the Stock Markets down
And you only get mugged
If you go downtown

I live back in the woods, you see
A woman and the kids, and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun rifle and a 4-wheel drive
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain’t too many things these ole boys can’t do
We grow good ole tomatoes and homemade wine
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Because you can’t stomp us out
And you cant make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coalmines
And the Rocky Mountains and the and the western skies
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name, just hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a businessman
He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights
And I’d send him some homemade wine

But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars my friend lost his life
Id love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my old 45
Cause a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

Cause you can’t stomp us out and you can’t make us run
Cause one-of- ‘em old boys raisin ole shotgun
And we say grace and we say Ma’am
And if you ain’t into that we don’t give a damn

We’re from North California and south Alabam
And little towns all around this land
And we can skin a buck; we can run a trot line
And a country boy can survive
Country folks can survive

I Told You It Was A Wicked Garden

BuelahGirl said, “It looks like butt cheeks”.

She has never seen (and will never see, as long as I can prevent it) what I believe it looks like.

B’Man’s Wicked Garden Update: We Have Peas, Coffee and Spice

Morning Coffee

Coffee Joe Cool Swing

How’s about a little spice with your trombone?

Trombon Con Sazon

1st Wicked Garden Dinner

The fresh squash I picked 5 minutes before cooking is stewed (not my favorite, but BuelahLady’s Mom is in the hospital and asked for it… I like it fried).

But never fear, I did have some fresh green tomato to fry up.

(If you never tried ‘em, you should. Cut thin and covered in cornmeal… Ummm Mmmm)

The green beans are frozen from last year (but delish, nonetheless). Got my own planted this year…

(Lest I forget all seasoned with an onion pulled up today and a piece of fatback)

Some grilled pork chops and grilled Texas Toast

And you have a nice, cheap, redneck-country dinner for 3/4 (3, if you are a lard-ass like me). I also have the satisfaction of knowing I grew things my family and I consume*

(*My best cabbage was attacked by a dog’s turd one day. The next day he pissed on it)

Pip, Pip… Tut, Tut… Squash Anyone?

Traveling with work today. Please wish me luck in selling something (over $3Million quoted and cannot get anyone to spend the money).

B’Man’s Wicked Garden: Half-Way Planted

Tilled and Ready (tomatoes, green peppers and corn)

Tomatoes, cabbage and green peppers close up

Lard Ass Digging a Row

Lard Ass interrupted to take pics

A "wore-out" Lard Ass

A Wheelbarrow's view of Bean Rows

OK:

So far I have planted one row of corn (another next weekend to stagger the crop and a third in about three weeks). 1 row of red onions, 2/3 of 1 in cabbage and the rest of that row in green peppers. Squash, Giant speckled Butter beans, Brown beans, black-eyed peas and potatoes.

I am leaving about 4 rows open for late planting, which leaves me with about 3 or 4 to plant some more this week.

Now to my ulterior motive. My “fighting weight” is about 200 to 205. When I began this garden my other motive was exercise and to lose weight. I began at 255 (yes, at least 50# over weight). I haven’t weighed again, but I can feel it coming off in how my clothes fit.

For those of you who have never planted a garden, it is hard assed work. But after planting it truly is just maintenance.

Also keep in mind that this lot was grass covered, so I had to till it 4 times and I have raked so much grass and roots that my arms hurt thinking about it.

But at 47, I intend to get back down to 200 (I would love to break the 200, for my ideal weight is closer to 185, or, at least, it WAS.)

For The Engineer Wannabes Like Me

If you are not familiar with Google SketchUp, you should check it out. It is a 3D drawing package (free) where you can download user’s models and design all sorts of stuff. Pretty powerful (not so much as Catia, SolidWorks or Inventor) but it works well enough for me to come up with this as a graphic representative of what I hope occurs in my “Wicked Garden“:

B'Man's 3D Wicked Garden (click to enlarge)

Now I am off to travel for 3 days (back at night, but limited posting… altho I have one or two already prepped and scheduled)

B’Man’s Wicked Garden: Rockin’ The Prep Work

What does a man do when he sees life as we know it changing, causing fear and anger in America, doubting the very ones that lead us because they are obviously more committed to the Beltway games of feeding their coffers more than they care for us, the very ones who put them there?

Why, a redneck like me plants a garden just to ensure he can feed his family.

I will document it as it progresses.

I am also dragging out my fishing gear and hunting gear for next fall (I haven’t hunted or fished in 3 or 4 years because of work). I believe, with all my heart, that my family will desperately need it. So, what are you city slickers gonna do? If you drive by here and see something in the garden that you like, don’t get burned for trying to take it.

Area Lay Out

Plowed

Disc’d

And I ain’t burnin’ this one down, but I will rock your ass out (if you’ll let me):

“Wicked Garden”

Can you feel like a child?
Can you see what I want?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that’s the place to find ya
But I’m alive
So alive now
I know the darkness blinds you

Can you see without eyes?
Can you speak without lies?
I wanna drink from you naked fountain
I can drown your sorrows
I’m gonna burn, burn you to life now
Out of the chains that bind you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?

Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground

Can you feel pain inside?
Can you love?
Can you cry?
I wanna run through your wicked garden
Heard that’s the place to find you
‘Cause I’m alive
So alive now
Out of the dark that blinds you

Can you see just like a child?
Can you see just what I want?
Can I bring you back to life?
Are you scared of life?

Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden down
Burn, burn, burn
Burn your wicked garden to the ground