20JAN2021 – OCF Update – Day One of Post-America

I was talking with some buddies of mine during the nailing up of the scarecrow in DC this morning and we were speculating on what kinds of things we could expect.  The first thing mentioned was that gasoline will be between four and five dollars a gallon as soon as fracking is banned.  That led to speculation about oil company stocks which have been significantly lower in price in the last year because of the COVID collapse in commuting.  We all agreed that they would start rising significantly in price.  Something to think about for long term investors.  A couple of guys brought up that Dementia Joe was sure to start the solar and wind grifts going again just like his old butt buddy Obama back in his Solyndra Scam days.  One guy said there would be a pay day if you get in and out before the collapse that was bound to occur after the scammers sucked the cash out of the government subsidies.  Another guy told him to stick to picking cards in three-card monte games as the odds were better.

I told the guys I’ve begun reading Solzhenitsyn to see if I can pick up any pointers on how to live in a gulag.  They thought that was a little gloomy of me.  But I told them I could see how looking at the Soviet mindset would be valuable.  I wished them a successful end of the week and signed off.

Today is a sad day for anyone who loved this country growing up.  It’s almost as if they thought long and hard at who would be the worst man they could pretend was President of the United States.  Look at the scorecard.  As a politician Dementia Joe was always a mediocre hack.  Recent developments prove that he sold his services to the Chinese and Ukrainians, with his crack addict son Hunter as the bagman.  Intellectually he was known to be a mental midget even in his prime, having been caught plagiarizing smarter people both in school and as a candidate for President.  And now in his dotage he can barely get through a paragraph of teleprompter text without stammering and drawing a blank on what he was trying to say.  He probably is closing in on middle-stage dementia and now we’re going to see him in charge of the nuclear arsenal and the world economy.

But replacing him with his Vice President will be going from the frying pan into the fire.  Willie Brown’s Ho is equally dim-witted and equally dishonest.  And listening to her speak is even worse than suffering through Biden’s jabbering.  Her histrionics during the Democrat debates reminded me of a female mental patient during an emotional breakdown.

I hope to spend some time mocking and lampooning our evil idiots in Washington.  There will be some joy in that.  I hope I can be scurrilous enough that they outrage the other side.  They truly deserve it.  But other than that I’ll spend my time looking for and highlighting activity on our side of the political fence and researching any strategies that will allow us to avoid the fallout of living under the tyranny of the banana republic regime that has been installed.

Just to repeat, this is a sad day for America but we must learn to adapt to these circumstances begin the job of building our own society.  Day One of Post-America survived.

13JAN2021 – OCF Update – We’re Still Here

Amid the Sturm und Drang of the last week or so everyone has been thrown into turmoil as the Left attempts to cast out President Trump and all of the fallen angels in his camp into the Outer Darkness where they hope there will be wailing and gnashing of teeth.

But sad to say for them, we are still here.

In fact, I’m having a remarkably good day.  The sun is shining.  My granddaughter spent a remarkably vigorous half hour jumping around on a gym mat and occasionally on my stomach while I read over the body count from the pogroms.  My breakfast tasted just as good and Camera Girl was just as cantankerous as ever about my table manners.  Sure, the popular culture I am surrounded by is just as dysfunctional and toxic as ever.  Nancy Pelosi is winding up her impeachment machine in a foot race with the last week of the President’s term and Democrat and Republican hypocrites are baying for the blood of anyone they can tie to the January 6th farce at the Capitol.

And yet, we’re still here.

I intend to write my posts and write my stories and talk to my friends and raise my family the way that I see fit.  They’ll still have to go a long way to make this the Soviet Union.  And now that they hold all the offices and pull all the strings they’ll find that all the anger that will accrue when they torture us over COVID and allow the BLM thugs to attack people will be pointed directly at them.  They will find out that when you unleash chaos it doesn’t just break things you want it to.  Some of that chaos finds its way back to you.

I find it kind of liberating to see everything out in the open.  Everybody knows who is on their side and who is on ours.  The masks are gone.  Amazon and Facebook and Twitter and Apple and Google have shown their true face.  They can quit the routine where they pretend they’re just trying to earn a living.  They hate us and now we can hate them right back.  When someone finds a way to hurt them we don’t have to make sympathetic noises about how sad it is.  Driving them out of business is the most patriotic thing you can possibly do.  When someone hacks Amazon one day soon and causes them a trillion dollars in losses we can laugh out loud.  When Apple’s next phone is an Edsel I’ll cheer.  When Twitter crashes and burns I’ll declare a holiday.

And the endless call to build our own platforms is finally being answered.  Gab has been alone in the wilderness for four years and now that everyone else has been shutdown they’re overloaded with new customers.  I checked out my page there and things are so bogged down by the new traffic that it’ll take weeks for them to get the server space up and running to make it work right.  If President Trump opens a page there Andrew Torba will probably have to charge admission just to keep up with the demand.  And he should.  What will need to happen is Gab or Parler will have to put the whole thing on a profitable basis.  They’ll charge everyone a couple of bucks a month and suddenly social media will be something worth being on.  That will eliminate the bots and the losers and it will actually resemble an ocean of different communities.

And last of all, I’m looking forward to the first BLM riot that ends with twenty or thirty Antifa clowns blown up.  I figure eventually someone will set up a big old bomb and put it where the arsonists can accidentally set it off.  Now that will be what I call poetic justice.  I’m imagining Dementia Joe and Cryin’ Chuck making a call for unity and healing.  I’ll laugh myself asleep that night.

So here we are in Post-America, living under the occupation forces of Dementia Joe.  The horror is only beginning and it will be pretty awful.

But we’re still here and we’ll make it work.

Free America – The Realm in Exile – Part 1

I hope that President Trump finds a platform soon and gives us a rousing speech and declares himself the leader in exile of the free people of the former United States of America.  I hope he gives us his version of the St. Crispin’s Day speech to raise our spirits and begin this period in exile on a high note.  I hope he raises his flag and begins building an alternative to the Republican party so that we have something we can belong to that stands for what we believe in.  And when he does I’ll join it on the first day and support it any way I can.

But I don’t feel like waiting.  I’m in the mood to mutiny.  I aim to misbehave.  I hereby declare myself a charter member of Free America.  Free America is the part of the former United states of America that rejects the fraudulent elections that took place in 2020 and will maintain a nation in exile until we are freed from the control of the Pretender who will soon inflict his evil and illegitimate control over us in any way he can.

I will do all that is within my very meager powers to lend support and comfort to anyone of my brothers and sisters out there who is of the same spirit.  I will do my best to provide information and hopefully morale for those of us who are unrepresented in the tyrannical regime that has usurped power in Washington.

So until someone comes up with a better term and builds a more meaningful platform to represent our people, Orion’s Cold Fire will be the headquarters for Free America and the voice of free Americans living within the borders of Post-America.  Tell all your friends that they are invited to come and speak their minds and share information and provide encouragement for the rest of us who don’t feel like just knuckling under and giving up all hope.  Giving up is stupid and weak.  There’s too much here worth keeping alive here to allow these creeps to win without even trying.  So that’s what I feel like saying today.  If someone smarter and stronger and with a bigger following wants to lead then let him show up and I’ll wave his banner.  But until that day I’ll make a start and plant my flag and say, “Here I am.”

A Little Clarity

The post-election limbo has been going on now for a couple of months now and I realized today that I’ve been trying to figure out how I go forward.  I guess I’ve been waiting for a resolution to the election fraud.  But at this point I don’t think an external event is what is needed.  Well, sure, if the Senate votes to throw out the fraudulent states and declares President Trump the winner that would be a hell of an event.  There would be six months of uproar to write about and pitchforks and torches would be the accessories for all the best dressed revolutionaries.

But the externals would still be just the symptoms of the underlying problem and at this point addressing that problem also requires an internal solution.  What I mean is that I have to find a way to adapt to the reality of the world around me.  And this adaption for me means optimizing my ability to live the kind of life I want to by working around the system I’m embedded in.  And part of that life I want to live is contributing to the building up and expanding of organizations and individuals that believe in what I do.

And so, I can stop holding my breath waiting for the Supreme Court or the Senate Republicans or Mike Pence to save the day and free me from my jail cell here in the Gulag.  I’ll free myself.  I’ll take action to make this a better place for people like me by direct action.  Granted the action is miniscule.  My little blog and my family and small circle of friends is so small and insignificant that not even the trolls have found me yet.  Well almost none of them.  There have been a few minor eruptions.

But the actions that I do take are enormously important to my morale.  I don’t have to wait for the resolution of anything.  I don’t have to put my life on hold for a month or a week or even a single minute.  I can write my posts about things that I think are helpful and interesting to people right now.  Whether we prevail in this election or the Democrats are allowed to steal the presidency doesn’t change the fact that there is an enormous job ahead organizing the conservative people living within the former United States of America.  I’m actually more interested in finding the name of the most conservative Christian denominations in my area than I am about which RINOs will betray us this week at the Congressional Presidential Election Confirmation.

The reason that I am writing this is because when I figured these things out it provided clarity to my thinking and it actually made me much happier than I’ve been in months.  So, I hoped that maybe somebody out there reading this might find it helpful too.

I won’t forget about politics and all the mayhem that the Left is committing all around us.  I’ll still find plenty to say about all the outrages by the enemy and the occasional victories for our side.  But I want to spend just as much time talking about things that I can do or you can do to make things better and grow our community.  There’s nothing like direct action to erase a feeling of helplessness.  Think of this little explanation/pep-talk as my direct action for the day.

New Year’s Resolutions for 2021

I was trying to think of some clever resolutions associated with the election but it all just sounded like rants and raves.  I guess I’m pretty much finished shaking my fist at the zombies running on the grass.  Let’s face it, unless some pretty high-powered people decide to throw their weight around, the Uniparty is going to get away with stealing the election.  But either way I don’t get to have a say about it at all.

So instead, I’m going to think about things that I can do that are meaningful and possible.

I resolve to support my children and grandchildren in every way I can.

I resolve to teach my grandkids all the useful things I know and tell them the truth about the world.  I’ll start by giving them some pointers on how to research whatever projects they think they want to accomplish.  I’ll also tell them what things I have found to be useless in order to save them some time.  I’ll give them the “so you think you want to be an engineer” speech.  And I’ll start the conversation rolling on how to attract and identify an acceptable wife.  I may recruit Camera Girl’s help in this.  After all she is a girl.

I resolve to get into the best shape I can.  Healthcare is expensive and the quality of it is decreasing rapidly.  The best way to cure health problems is to avoid them.  So, dropping some weight and adding some cardio to the weights is a good idea.  I’m buying a high-end rowing machine and when the snow makes it impossible to go walking in the woods Camera Girl and I will be pretending to row a boat through a window and across the landscape or something.  I was thinking of finding the soundtrack to Ben Hur and making a loop out of the galley slave portion of the movie.  I’ll call my workout “ramming speed.”

I resolve to get to know my neighbors at least to the point of inviting them to a cookout.  I’m sure half of them are not my political allies but at least knowing something about the people who live around you is worthwhile.  Who knows, some of them might be on our team.

I resolve to start doing some of my own home repairs.  Winters where I live are very tough on external wood surfaces of which I have an enormous area.  If I start doing some of the carpentry repairs, I can save a lot of money and money is hard to come by in the horror show that is post-America.

I resolve to investigate the local (town) Republican party club.  Who knows, maybe one of them isn’t a JEB! voter.

I resolve to finish my first science fiction novel.

I resolve to put together a usable handbook of practical rules of thumb and lists of information for people on the right to avoid the petty annoyances and more serious problems associated with living in post-America.

I resolve to increase my web traffic to 1 billion pageviews a day (more or less) and become the source for right-wing punditry.  Well, you have to dream a little bit, don’t you?

So that’s what I’ve thought of so far.  All (most) of them are easily doable and all of them will make my life better and help people I like.  Notice none of it hinges on anything to do with the 2020 election.  I will admit that the COVID nonsense will delay some of these things but eventually we will escape most of the restrictions the psychos have burdened us with.

So Happy New Year’s and here’s hoping 2021 will be a hell of a lot better than 2020.

Feel free to leave your resolutions in the comments.