Showing posts with label Argentina. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Argentina. Show all posts

Monday, September 7, 2009

I'll Be Good, I Will!I Will!

Too much time has passed since the last entry and guilt is eating away at me. What's more, today is Labor Day in the U.S.A., and I feel as if I must do some work. I have been remiss, and in the long-remembered promise of the childhood hero pictured at right: "I'll be good, I will, I will."

Caveat: Froggy the Gremlin was a notorious liar.


I am adding a link at right for those who might wish to test themselves as agricultural workers here in Argentina: http://www.wwoofargentina.com/. This link will be placed permanently om the site sidebar as well. I may include the Catacombs as a host farm at some point, but I am not quite ready to do so. Persuade me!

I am hoping against hope that the cold south wind will die down and tonight's threatened frost not occur, as all my fruit trees are in glorious blossom, the veggies growing like mad, and there is much work to be done here. In fact, the chores have kept me from the computer these past two weeks, about which I'm not complaining, mind: it's healthy!

Things out in the wider world seem to be worsening weekly, folks, and I'm redoubling my preparations for what I expect to be some hard times ahead.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Friend's Day: Dia del Amigo


July 20th was "Friend's Day"--el Día del Amigo--in the Spanish-speaking world, and it is taken quite seriously, as are friendships. I attended five separate parties over the weekend, given that one has varying groups of friends, and this was in a city not my own!

The holiday--not an official one--was invented here in Argentina thirty years ago. The date was chosen because it was the anniversary of humankind's first landing on the moon. The rationale was that on that day, all of us here on Earth were friends of the three astronauts.

"Friends" should mean something more than the name of a situation comedy. Friends follow family in intimacy and are those with whom we choose to be close, so setting aside a special day to honor them is... well, not at all a bad idea.

Argentines are a very hospitable people and far less inhibited about showing affection than tends to be the case with those of us of northern European ancestry. It is customary to greet female friends and even new acquaintances with a kiss on the cheek, and in some provinces a male friend as well, though there is nothing "romantic" about this practice.

This pleasant little holiday, cause for festivities and reunions, is the sort of thing that makes living in the Southern Cone--and this country in particular--a pleasure.

I have made many friends over he course of the five years I have been here, friends from all walks of life and in disparate parts of this vast country. Over the weekend, in Santiago del Estero, I visited with some thirty or more, and came home with new addresses and promises (which I am sure will be kept) of future get-togethers there and at my home. The nearly seven hour drive was well worth it.

I salute my friends, here and elsewhere, old and new, living and deceased, spread far and wide over the surface of this Earth, , of many colors, creeds, countries and ways of life. I have been blessed to know these people and would love it if it were possible to have them all together at a great Friend's Day party, but that, I suspect, will have to wait for the hereafter.

And if we have not met, my reader friend, I wish you as well a...

Happy Friend's Day!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Gimme Shelter in Argentina

The news is all over the place: missing South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford was in Argentina!

No, he hadn't come To the Catacombs, but to pay a visit to his paramour, rumored to be a 40ish artist of the type we call down here a "morocha," which means dark-haired, sometimes mestiza, though María Belén Chaput is more European in appearance if she is the woman pictured in a Facebook photo.

This is a psycho-linguistic event of the first order, clearly demonstrating that the Argentina meme will soon go viral and the Catacombs will be overrun by shelter seekers, refugees from the encroaching miasma of yuck that loads the everyday atmosphere of the northern hemisphere with psychic toxicity.

Gov. Sanford himself probably doesn't understand all the ramifications of his involvement with his Southern Cone cutie, but those trained in mind-beaming know only too well what inferences must be drawn.

Argentine magnetism, folks. Feel the force!

Thursday, June 11, 2009

So Long, It's Been Good To Know You!


Could it be that after less than a decade Argentines have tired of the Kirchners, the country's answer to Bill and Hill? Could it be that even though Cristina the K made it to the Casa Rosada (the "Pink House" and, no, we won't make the obvious joke; it's the Argentine equivalent of the White House), her government will lose its parliamentary majority, thus making it possible that the government will fall? Could the latter-day Peronistas be preparing to wave bye-bye?

I am not a citizen of Argentina, though I live here, and I have no vote in presidential elections, nor do I truly have an opinion on politics here, given that I am a guest (a resident, yes, but nevertheless a guest) and do not pretend to possess political understanding of my adopted homeland. I play no favorites. I simply report what I read, hear and am told.

That the provinces are restless--even becoming rebellious--is not open to doubt. The worldwide economic distress has hit Argentina too, and no quick-fix solutions are on offer. The welfare-state-model is in danger of running out of funds, given that producers can be taxed no further and consumption is down everywhere.

Could be that Paradigm Change is coming to the land of the Peronistas?

Could be that it'll spread faster than the flu the WHO is warning us about?

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Home Is Where the Heart Is


The super-insulated straw bale home pictured below on the right was designed by this writer and built under his supervision. I have lived in it since September 24th, 2005, and have never been happier with a house.




Late autumn here in Traslasierra and the nights grow cool, threatening frost. Just ten days or so ago, there was snow in the sierra and the pass was closed. This photo was taken the following day.


To the right of the photo is the raspberry patch. It began with thirty plants, but now has more than 120! No birth control here!

A reader whose opinion I value suggested I remove the abortion counter widget I've placed on this page, given that it might offend other readers who would then be discouraged from reading further or forming a part of the community we would like to create here at the Catacombs.

Conscience dictates that I keep it, so keep it I shall. I strongly believe that abortion is one more social engineering weapon in the arsenal of the unholy cabal intent on a satanic "enserfment" of nearly all of humankind. Look at the numbers on that counter: all other genocides pale by comparison. Overpopulation, global warming (now morphed into "climate change"), terrorists and domestic extremists... lies, all lies, just as abortion is a lie.

Let others commit demographic suicide. Anyone who wishes to embrace the rural life will soon enough understand the advantage of a large family. The destruction of the family has been a major goal of the globalist cabal, and they have largely attained it.

Home is where the heart is. Abortion is heartless.

Reject globalist propaganda before you become another of its victims.

Change your Paradigm now! Make yourself a home with a heart. We at the Catacombs will do all we can to help you.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Leading Recognition

James Howard Kunstler, the foulmouthed, anti-Christian but oh-so-sanctimonious--as only the smug secular materialist can be--professional doomsayer has written a new post on his vulgarly-named blog, said post entitled "Lagging Recognition." Not surprisingly, it speaks of Jimmy the K's continuing confusion about the actions of Barack Obama, whom even the terminally naive are beginning to recognize as a Slick-Willy-style lackey of the financial oligarchy.

Mr. K joined Dr. Gary North in predicting the end of the world in Y2K, but they are still with us, still pounding their respective drums, still singing the same old songs.

Mr. K makes good points from time to time, has written some interesting books, but "lagging recognition," be it on the part of Big O (not very likely he didn't know all along what was coming) of Mr. K himself that his left-wing, secular materialist savior is nothing more than a non-entity, well... who cares? How about some "leading recognition" for a change?

We're in the leading recognition business here in the Catacombs. We've seen the handwriting on the wall, got the message and slipped away to South America while the rest were bloviating about the perceived end of happy motoring, peak oil, the hyperinflation always just around the corner... On an on they go, in a spin, not knowing the spin they're in...

Let's set things straight, feet firmly planted on the ground.

The West is in the mess it's in because sinful humankind chose to listen to the sibilant hissing that goes "You shall be as gods." The shuck-n-jive of today's moneylenders sounds similar, along with that of their pitchmen in politics. The evil begins with the bankers, extends to their allies, then trickles down to the poor, dumb cattle who fall for the false promises. If you are in some way enmeshed in it, your recognition of your dilemma will always be lagging.

Never did I imagine I would one day quote Timothy Leary's Sixties mantra, but the way things are today... "Tune in, turn on and drop out." Well, in a manner of speaking... Yeah!

Those who are not entirely gormless have by now recognized that all is not right with the world and that life styles they are a-changin'. It goes well beyond that, however; it's the whole planetary Paradigm that's changing, and the sooner you recognize that and act upon that recognition, the better your chances of not getting run over by the metaphorical Bernanke and Barack's Big Truck bearing down upon the unwary and unprepared in the dying days of Kunstler's "Happy Motoring" society.

While Kunstler frets constantly and endlessly about the automobile and the NASCAR-laden south filled with the Christian crackers he holds in contempt and despises, all the while bemoaning how Big O just doesn't seem to get it, others see beyond the failed suburban model straight to the financial district of New York, where those KKKers Kunstler ridicules are seeing Jim Kramers who need killing, cosmopolites who have nothing in common with the folks of "Flyover Country," as they sneeringly refer to the very rural and agrarian regions Kunstler claims to admire. Unless and until the Fed is abolished, its assets confiscated, it principals exiled or imprisoned, John and Jane Q. Public will have a lot more to worry about than not being able to drive to Denny's to load up on hi-carb breakfasts before heading to the Blue Light Specials Kunstler writes on and on about.

I am ready and waiting for you to contact me so that I can tell you specifically how the Southern Cone Catacombs just might be the place for you to take refuge if you wish to get ahead on the learning curve of the New Paradigm that is NOT that of the soulless secular materialist financiers and their camp followers. The rural, local life may by default be the only way left to live a relatively free life, a healthy life, a rewarding life, a life in which a family can flourish, but it is by definition a life worth investigating as the sun sets on the secular materialist, consumption-driven societies whose hubris has done them in at last.

LEAD in recognition! Don't lag. Laggards may find themselves trapped where they will very much wish they were not.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Butch, Sundance, Etta and You

That's Butch Cassidy, the Sundance Kid and Etta Place; you may call yourself whatever you like.

These three refugees from the USA fled the country at the end of the Nineteenth Century and came here to Argentina, to install themselves in Patagonia in 1901. Patagonia was the frontier, and to a certain extent, in a Twenty First Century way, it still is, as are other parts of this thinly populated, vast and fertile land. If you have the sand, there is a place for you here, so long as you understand that when all is said and done, you will carry your own water, so to speak.

This country has 25% of the world's reserve of fresh water, soon to be a resource as coveted as oil if not more so. There is oil here too. In fact, this country has great resource wealth, though little of it is exploited, because the population denisty is thin outside of Greater Buenos Aires and because life isn't all that easy in the Big Empty, where never is heard a word--discouraging, encouraging or otherwise--in English, and what's more, investment capital outside of the transnationals is thin on the ground in the Big Empty.

Didn't stop Butch, Sundance and Etta, though. Why should it stop you?

The movie skipped over their stay in Cholila, a small town in the province of Chubut, but there they were, living in a funky little wooden cabin, nothing like the superinsulated bale house we could build for you! Then again, perhaps you may not want to live in Patagonia. No matter, there's a place here for you somewhere: this is the world's eighth largest country, with 1,068,302 sq mi from which to choose.

Time grows short and interest mounts: if you're interested, drop a line!

What was good enough for the runaway members of the should certainly be good enough for you!

Earth 2100? Try Earth 2010

The American television network ABC has aired what is being described as a globalist propaganda program designed to further demoralize the fleeced sheeple now bleating for mercy from the overlords. Commentary on the program (which I have not seen) can be found at Informationliberation.com, among other sites.

My reading tells me that the program is of the apocalyptic sort, emphasizing the usual suspects of global warming, overpopulation and resource depletion. Oh yes, there's a killer flu thrown in as well, which requires mass quarantines, and everyone is forced to live in the only two "sustainable" locations: New York and California! Now there's a likely situation! But it does neatly take care of the depopulating of flyover country, where all the homegrown "terrorists" live, breed and hide, sustaining themselves with food they grow themselves. Can't have that now, can we?

Rather than fret about some fictional future nearly a hundred years away dreamed up by paid propagandists, it might make more sense to pay closer attention to predictions of what might happen next year! Better yet: read and examine the possibilities, make your own predictions, draw your own conclusions, then act.

Paradigm Change is upon us: whether we choose to change our own paradigm or passively wait to have it changed by default, chosen for us by the Powers That Be, that is the only question. The longer one hesitates, the longer one wastes one's time with nonsense like the network television program, the longer one still believes in the lies told daily by the political puppets of the financial oligarchy, the longer one remains a victim.

The Western world--the former Christendom--is being destroyed by a concerted conspiracy to transform it into a toxic stew of incorporating ingredients of neo-feudalism, fascism and communism, not by a hapless band of incompetent do-gooders. Failure to recognize this simple truth, characterizing it as "conspiracy theory" and then "domestic extremism" is an increasingly incomprehensible denial springing from ignorance and a kind of moral cowardice. It demonstrates too a denial of the instinct of self-preservation.

While an armed uprising may occur in Western nations, its outcome would be dreadful. How likely is such an uprising? One would like to think that it is not very likely, but that might be excessively optimistic. My belief is that if an eventual uprising is to be avoided, a coordinated effort must be made to initiate a Ghandi-esque campaign of passive resistance, Atlas Shrugged style: simply stop. Stop all economic activity to the greatest degree possible. Stock up and stay home for as long as possible. Empty your bank accounts, sell securities, hold only cash or precious metals as money. Break the system.

Or if this course of action does not appeal, leave the country for one that is less likely to undergo upheaval.

Consider this for 2010: the Southern Cone, the Catacombs for those who would be free and "sustainable."

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