INTJs rock!

I’ve been told INTJs (like myself and many of my friends) are cold assholes with no sensitivity. That is pure bullshit, we are just really really smart. So fuck all you other Myers-Briggs Type Indicator (MBTI) types.

If you don’t know what you are Take The Test

* Other personality traits being the same, an iNtuitive person (one who grasps patterns and seeks possibilities) is 27 times more likely to have a high IQ than a Sensing person (one who focuses on sensory details and the here-and-now).

* Again, other traits being the same, an Introverted person is 8 times more likely to have a high IQ than one who is Extraverted; a Thinking (logic-oriented) person is 2.5 times more likely to have a high IQ than a Feeling (people-oriented) person; and a Judging person (one who seeks closure) is about twice as likely to have a high IQ than a Perceiving person (one who likes to keep his options open).

* Moreover, if you encounter an INTJ (Introverted, iNtuitive, Thinking, Judging), there is a 37% probability that his IQ places him in the top 2 percent of the population. The probability is 20% for an INTP, 15% for an INFJ, and 8% for an INFP. These four types account for 66% of the high-IQ population but only 6% of the total population.

http://libertycorner.blogspot.com/2004/03/iq-and-personality.html

On the Brighter Side

My last post here was a little gloomy and I will be trying to get away from that, but thought I’d share what I discovered upon further reflection of that post. My town is small enough I know these people who want to violate my Rights . I know where they work, play, sleep, what kind of pets they have, who they are having affairs with, what they drink, etc…. When you can no longer use the shroud of anonymity to believe these individuals are faceless animals a whole new reality opens up.

But on the brighter side, there is a local couple here who are interested in buying property adjacent to The Gulch. This is a piece that I would like to have owned by like-minded individuals, and they seem to at least mostly fit that description. They are self described libertarians, who have a flock of chickens and I know he likes to shoot. Along this same thread of thought, a friend from the NW (who I know fits) is showing up this week to make an offer on another piece adjacent to The Gulch. Oh, and a couple of pieces not in the “greater gulch” area, but just over the hill sold this month. I’ve worked with the guy who bought one of them, I don’t think he’s any more libertarian than most here (which is still better than damn near everywhere else) but he’s already asking about buying goats and chickens and wants to homestead. I haven’t had neighbors in a long time, I just hope they all turn out more like my best friend P who I met as a next door neighbor, and not at all like that prick neighbor from Chicago we once had.

Just ran across this excellent quote about Nock’s priceless essay Our Enemy the State, and felt it really relates to my recent posts.

This very great book reminds us that the State is at once a myth and a terrible reality. It is a myth in the sense that it has no validity outside the twisted, crooked mentalities of totalitarians. It is also a reality in the sense that, whenever it is allowed to usurp the throne of Government, it not only commandeers the power that corrupts but, in order to give finality to its ascendancy, it must acquire for itself, and for itself alone, the absolute power that corrupts absolutely.

Where the Mind Goes

……..the emotions follow. At least, I would guess for INTJs like myself. I can’t remember the exact point when I stopped being a libertarian and became an anarchist. I do remember when I quit being a (big L) Libertarian and became a libertarian, it was when the party endorsed a state level politician (and I forget the ass-wipe’s name) who had a bad gun rights record. But, as for the time between that and now there are no mile markers I can readily pick out. During this time my beliefs have changed a lot. Most easily the largest change is that I no longer believe there is any way to salvage the system by working within the system. This was a huge disillusionment for myself. I was a lot like the day I had to take my poor sick dog out and shoot it. Now I’m not stupid enough to think that the very few people who think like I do would have any chance for forcing change on the system. Not that that would even be an option, since it’s is direct opposition to my beliefs. So what I’m left with is my little island I call Goat’s Gulch where anarchy thrives even if we do still have to deal with the system on things like property taxes. I used island because not only is it the only area near here where anarchy exists but more and more it is the only place where I feel as if I can truly, honestly exist. It seems as if society has given up on rationality, but I know really what has happen is that I’ve given up on society. I once believed that all these authoritarians who I’m surrounded by were just mistaken because they didn’t understand what they were doing. But, as the years roll by I’m more and more convinced that these people are consciously, knowingly trying to limit others rights and freedoms. Like petty high school clicks, or rats wantonly hurting other rats, or maybe more generously like crabs pulling another crab down who is trying to escape the crab pot.

A Woman Scorned

They are definitely pack animals, that shouldn’t be taunted.

A wannabe Don Juan was tempted to a motel in Wisconsin by the prospect of a tryst with one of his numerous lovers. But instead of a night of passion, according to court documents, he found himself confronted by four angry women – among them his wife and another girlfriend – and on the receiving end of a revenge attack grisly enough to make any philanderer think again.

Prosecutors are investigating the convoluted incident that ended with the man tied to a bed with his penis superglued to his stomach, an apparent punishment for his womanising ways. The ambush was said to have been set up by the man’s wife after she found out he had cheated on her with a number of other women.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2009/aug/04/philanderer-has-penis-superglued

Slacking

I’ve been busy lately, hence the lack of posts for awhile. Since we will have a bumper crop of root crops; carrots, beets, potatoes, turnips, onions, garlic and swedes. The boy and I have been digging our root cellar with shovels the last couple of weeks. Thirty (15 each) wheelbarrows at 7 ft2 a day is really sapping my extra energy, but on the plus side (besides not having our crops rot this winter) hunting season will be a breeze and I can show off upper body this summer. On that topic the Lil’ lady told me I need to start digging with my shirt off so I don’t blind everybody when I show off my most impressive pecks since military school.

Dang, I didn’t include any political perspective.

Here’s a thought for today. A prefect example of government “charity”, this on edates all the way back to ‘nam.

“Come on out, everybody. We got rice and candy and toothbrushes to give you.”

Silence. Not a shadow moved.

“Now listen, either you gooks come on out from wherever you are, or we’re going to come right in there and get you!”

Me time

I’ve been feeling the call lately, and the 4-wheeler rides haven’t been cutting it. So, today I set out to see some new country.

I had a great cover story. I’ve got a good friend who’s coming for hunting season and remembers the montanaiceweasel who always got his animal(s). If he’s shelling out for out-of-state tags, I better get a better feel for elk traffic patterns around The Gulch.

I hiked 4 miles all around The Gulch today. Poking and peeking into those places I’d missed the last 4 years. I found one new stander location and have several new driver routes ready to try out, not to mention the good “me time” I logged.

End of the Trail

What do you do when you reach the end of the trail

When all that’s left is picking up the empty beer bottles of your dream

Times like these Ol’ Man Wanderlust plies his trade

Just ride off like Abbey’s Brave Cowboy he says

Make the sweet simplicity of Walden

I know just the place

This time it will work

I’m not sure I’m strong enough anymore I tell him

Those are young men’s dreams

The Siren Solitude calls

I don’t want you forever she says

Just let me help you find a new dream

I won’t wreck you on the rocks

Didn’t I return you from the mountains all those times

We danced in the falling quaky leaves

In the warmth of the setting sun while your head was on my lap

I told you stories of tomorrow

We can do it again

Happy Fourth Everyone

I’m feeling glad I don’t live in some third world shit hole theocracy today and there are still some rights which haven’t been violated here. However, every year on The Fourth I have this thought that I thought I’d share. Why are we celebrating a date that symbolizes nothing more than a day a couple of hundred years ago that a bunch of politicians and statesmen agreed enough was enough? Would these men have had the courage to do this if not for the REAL HEROES who had actually put their own asses in the line of fire with guns, not pens in a nice safe pub, over a year before?

The real birth of our independence was on April Nineteenth 1775, in Lexington and Concord. Just something for everyone to think about placing credit where it’s due.

Roof

So, it stopped raining about five days ago, and I was able to shift into my summer “must do” list. I’ve got 5/8 of the roof decking done. If only the weather will hold through the fourth or fifth the roving leaks when it rains will be a thing of the past. If however, it starts raining the day after tomorrow we are screwed. The flat stock on top of the insulation will funnel ALL the run-off into the roof cavity and life will be miserable. The four or five 1.5″ vent holes per cavity will probably not be able to keep up and we will end up with gallons and gallons in the house. Here are some pics:

The Coming Collapse

Speaking of Atlas Shrugged, I just got done reading an excellent essay titled Question authority.

I laughed when the author was speaking about us people in the “fly-over country” needing to bond together to pull something from the ashes. Shit, we’ve been doing this for years. Some of us left good jobs, businesses and areas our families had lived in for generations because of the enc(ock)roachment of bureaucracy, government domination and the minions who serve it.

I really liked this paragraph:

This is the chance we have. A dozen, fifty or hundreds of resistance and secessionist entities are going to move into the vacuum left by the great sucking abyss of the FEDGOD collapse. Hundreds of laboratories will emerge to test every variant of political collective and ordered enterprise imaginable. I have little hope for the subjects and somnambulant mental zombies that stumble around the cities of the Left Coast and the Northeast (Vermont and New Hampshire excepted) will do anymore other than instantly resurrect facsimiles of DC patterns of rule and other processes of national socialism but between the Marxist coastlines; the life and times of ordinary Americans will take extraordinary turns to develop from scratch freedom-oriented communities and spasms of spontaneous order. People may finally awaken and look at their neighbors and try to do the right thing. They may seek a system that asks, persuades and cooperates instead of bullies, collectivizes and forces through violent means the shape and texture of human relationships. They will be the vanguard of the men and women who finally awaken from the five millennia fever-dream of enabling various strangers the power of life and death over thousands and millions simply because they have surrendered the most basic right of all; leave us the hell alone.

I heartily endorse this essay and would like to think there are more people like me who will nod, and perchance utter a “fuck yea” while reading it, but I’m guessing even of the limited people who read my blog some have already stopped reading this. But, for those who are still here I’m going to steal that author’s closing line.

If you are still reading this, you are the Resistance.