My cousins, The Bull Of Gleaming Blades and CosomoNaughty, taught me how to become a Survivalist in the urban outback. How to live on the land, in the concrete jungle.
I’ve always been an advocate of men being Preppers, but an area that is often neglected is what it takes to be a true Survivalist. It’s easy to learn about and train in how to survive in the outdoors, the harsh Desert/Jungle/Woods where you live. On the other hand, if you live in a city, or typically urban area, that’s just not an option.
Most of us are miles away from the proverbial edge of town.
Revolution is not the willingness to kill or die, it’s the willingness to win at all costs. Part of the cost is the willingness to learn tactics that are not fun, sexy, or cool in an effort to be valuable when your civil protests lead to a state and government crackdown.
She woke up thinking that she may still be asleep. It was a rough night out with the girls, they had fun at the club. Nevermind that, was someone standing at the foot of her bed?!
Whoever it was ran out of her apartment, then she called me. Con Pistola! ->