There is no room in this country for hyphenated Americanism…German-Americans, Irish-Americans, English-Americans, French-Americans, Scandinavian-Americans or Italian-Americans. There is no such thing as a hyphenated American who is a good American. The only man who is a good American is the man who is an American and nothing else.
President Theodore Roosevelt
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Andrew’s Note: Today we present another article by guest writer, Jay (Just Jay). Jay is a combat veteran, a knowledge manager by day and serial inventor by night. He’s had a number of interesting jobs through the years including collecting war trophies (like armored personnel carriers) in Iraq and a stint as a confidence course manager at a facility that used physical activity to build confidence in welfare recipients… to encourage them to work their way out of poverty. Yeah, that worked. Jay brings a sense of humor and a mug of coffee to everything he does including a discussion of the collapse of civilization and building a survival network. Enjoy.
Sometimes, as we develop and refine our preparedness plans, we can fall into the trap of isolationism and paranoia. While I’m a big fan of getting away from ‘them all’ (Paranoia=situational awareness), eschewing connections to others can be detrimental to your long-term survival. No, I’m not talking about using social media. I’m talking about the drinking habits of the Cahokia civilization about 900 years ago. Continue reading