"CQ, CQ, is Anybody out there?" (The Day the Dollar Died Part VIII)

by John Galt

December 16, 2009

The following is an ongoing FICTIONAL ACCOUNT…..

February 25, 2010 00:10 A.M. CT

Mike’s annoying alarm went off on schedule and as was habit when he was under dispatch, he threw his winter snow gear on over his long johns, threw his boots and gloves on and went outside to check his tractor and trailer. He walked out into the globally warmed temperatures of twenty-seven below zero and as the snow crunched beneath his boots he started to ponder the phone call he received. His attempts to call his office and reach his dispatcher were for naught as all he got was the voice mail tree at his company but considering the circumstances, he figured this was the way the new world would operate, under total government control. He crawled up into the icy cab after checking the oil heaters and covers and turned the engine on the massive Kenworth over, satisfied to hear his old girl start right up in the cold Minnesota air as she had done for the past seven years.

While the truck idled and the reefer unit cycled as it was supposed to, he realized he only had fuel in the trailer for another twenty hours thus the muttering “thank God I can dump these pigs and come back home” while checking the grease on his fifth wheel and seeing what else may need to be thawed before he rolled out in an hour or so.  “12:40 in the damned morning” he whispered through his parka’s face wrap as it evaporated into the icy air. Mike trudged back inside to clean up and get ready for his “escort” which meant looking professional and making sure his .38 caliber was tucked away where she couldn’t say a darned thing much less see it through all of the winter covering.

Precisely at 1:45 a.m. just as F.D.O.T. Tillens advised, there was a knock at the door. By this time his wife was up and had the shotgun leaning against the sofa as she had learned from him not to trust anyone at anytime when the world was in a world of deep stuff that smelled like a pigpen. “Mike Elmendorff with unit 1024?” the voice said on the other side of the door. Mike replied “yes, please identify yourself and show some identification about a foot away from the peephole please as we don’t trust no one” and then he took one step back from the door, his hand on the holster of his pistol. The voice on the other side said “Certainly sir” and put an identification card up that said “BLACKWATER SPECIAL SECURITY SERVICES, OTUMWA, IA BADGE#123779 MICHAEL THOMAS”, to which after holding it for a second he said “Can I come in out of the cold now sir? I am your escort to the cold storage for this morning’s delivery.”

Mike opened the door slowly, with his wife’s hand firmly gripping the shotgun now laid across her lap as a large man entered into the foyer. “Thank you Mr. Elmendorff, I appreciate you letting me in. I am with Blackwater and your special escort for the evening over to St. Cloud and the cold storage.” The icy air was soon shut out of the home as Mike said “Please step in and warm up. Would you like a cup of coffee?” Mike motioned to his wife to take her hand off the trigger guard and waved her away to which she gladly nodded, moving her hand to the butt of the twelve gauge. “Thank you sir, I would love a cup, it is brutal out there tonight” the guard said.  After a quick cup of coffee and kiss on his wife’s cheek, Mike told her goodbye and promised to call her after he was empty. The Blackwater guard thanked her and bundled back up as did Mike to depart for St. Cloud. It was now 2:12 a.m. and Mike’s wife started to pray as she never has before. The tension was killing her inside and she just did not feel something was right about making him deliver this order without hearing from the company.

The  Kenworth lumbered slowly on to I-94 south as the sheriff’s guard pulled his squad car out of the way, satisfied after he saw Mike’s familiar truck and trailer behind the black Ford LTD with the green and blue light panels flashing in the windshield and rear window  like a Federal vehicle pulling out in front of him on to the interstate. Mike was happy to feel the warmth of the heater finally kicking in and since he was finally moving forward with his escort, he felt relaxed a bit, and turned the radio on to see what was coming in on the Citizens Band and on the old A.M. radio clear channel stations.

The C.B. was eerily silent except on Channel 9 where someone sounding either drunk or crazy was screaming about his house being invaded by agents and begging for help with what sounded like gunfire in the background. “Damned kids” Mike thought to himself as he cranked the squelch up and turned the volume down to see if he could pick up WCCO or WOI to find some news or music.  As he departed Fergus Falls he noticed some sights he never thought he would see on the interstate as he got up to speed, cars in the emergency lanes, burned out, as if someone was trying to collect the insurance or something. “That’s pretty strange for around here” he thought to himself. He tuned his C.B. up to Channel 36 as per the Blackwater instruction sheet and called for a radio check to his escort, who replied in kind. Everything was normal it seemed and thus he could take breath as soon this last burden for the time being would soon be gone.

As they hit the exit for Highway 75 into St. Cloud he notice the Sheriff’s officer was giving the Blackwater guard a hard time at the checkpoint at the end of the ramp. The deputy walked up to Mike’s cab, tapped the door with his gun and Mike slowly rolled the window down to reply. “Can I help you officer?” he asked calmly. “Son, I need to see your bills and dispatch instructions. This security guard in front of you tells me you have D.O.T. orders to proceed to the cold storage but I have no paperwork telling me such nor any radio orders to allow you through here.” Mike slowly handed the paper work to him and explained the orders he got by phone from the Federal D.O.T. and why he was up this time of the morning. “Son?” Mike said, “Boy, I took kids like you into the paddies forty years ago. I could be your father!” Mike said to lighten things up a tad. “That’s okay sir, I understand what is going on, we are getting conflicting instructions from the Feds, the governor’s office and hell, even the county every ten damned minutes it seems!” the deputy replied. “You can proceed through and have a good day!” were the last words from the twenty-something deputy from Stearns County who was just doing his job.

Mike was glad to keep moving and the radio crackled “Follow me please and keep your doors locked. We have lots of hijacking reports Mr. Elmendorff” the Blackwater agent said. Mike confirmed the instructions, grabbed the pistol out of its holster and put it on the doghouse, close enough for action if need be. As if something weird was happening when the clock flipped on his radio to 3:35 a.m. the Qualcomm unit in his truck came back to life. As Mike was winding down the highway trying to avoid hitting abandoned cars and icy spots, he notice a series of new messages as the unit booted back up. Suddenly it started to seem like life was normal as the Qualcomm emblem emblazoned the screen and a message started to be received. Mike took his eyes off of the unit as the Blackwater guard slowed down to the gates of the cold storage and started to chatter with the guard at the gate. Everything looked normal and Mike slowly crept through the gate noticing the guard with either an AR-15 or M-16 plus lots of friends.

The radio crackled “Mike, please get in line with the trucks to warehouse two and re-tune your C.B. to Channel 19 for further instructions.” Mike acknowledged and turned left to join the other four trucks in the line this early morning. As he waited patiently listening to a little Johnny Cash from WOI on the radio, he noticed his Qualcomm unit flashing, something it had never done before. “WARNING! WARNING! DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE ANY DISPATCH ORDERS FROM F.D.O.T. VIA TELEPHONE! THESE MESSAGES COULD BE AN ATTEMPT TO SEIZE YOUR TRUCK, TRAILER AND/OR LOAD. CONTACT YOUR DISPATCH OFFICE BY 0800 OR REPLY TO THIS MESSAGE FOR INSTRUCTIONS.” Mike grabbed his .38  and laid it on his lap. He slowly started to type where he was and what the orders were without attempting to get the attention of the guards on the dock. A reply came back from the unit in very short, terse terminology:


February 24, 2010 4:50 P.M. ET

“Mama, I don’t understand. You just had me grab every bit of food in your house. Just what are you planning for?” Sandy asked with a puzzled look on her face. “Honey, you and I and that husband of yours are going to spend a lot of time together and my ideal meals are not Spam, Spam and more Spam or whatever crap he bought at Chinamart, much less watching him learn how to cook, hunt, or figure out what surviving is all about. I’ve been through ice storms, the depression and your father’s unemployment in the 1970’s so I think I know a thing or two about gettin’ by” Lillian told her daughter,”Now grab all of my white linens while I grab my bottled water and gas cans out of the garage so we have a shot at making it to your place.”

Sandy was amazed at everything her mother had assembled on such short notice and took a moment to just gaze in amazement that this elderly woman who raised her so well was so prepared for what she thought was the end of the world. “Mama, I just love you, and wish I had your strength” she said.

“Honey, you do have it and this time I will force it to the surface, that I can promise” as she hugged her daughter in a deep embrace. “Now let’s get it loaded in your SUV so we can get out of here and get home before dark. Who knows what the idiots are up to and I want to get there before they figure out that we do have gas and food.”

February 24, 2010 3:40 P.M. ET

The wife looked at me as I was nuts. I explained that I had to know the news and the wind up cheapo shortwave survival radio was useless. I grabbed my pistol and promised her I would be back by the six o’clock curfew as I told her to lock up and headed next door to Fort James if I was not back by six. “James, get your butt out here” I yelled to him from his front door. “Darned if he didn’t need to add sandbags and armor plate” I muttered to myself admiring the aluminum  window shutters and plywood covering the openings in the front of his home. “I’m here, but I’m carrying, are we heading over to Old Man Lewis or what?” James asked. I nodded and we started the half mile walk up the street in an attempt to find out what the hell was happening in the world since now we were in the ultimate bubble, created by our own making and ignorance.

I took the lead and knocked on the door yelling loudly “Old Man” as he liked to be called and sure as all get out, a few minutes after banging away Old Man Lewis opened the door slowly only to stick the barrel of a .30-06 rifle through the crack in the door as he yelled “who the hell is this?” I told him it was me and James his neighbors from down the street and he unlocked what sounded like four chains before opening the door. “Dangit son, you could have called first” the old guy yelled at me. “Sir, how the heck was I supposed to do that?” I replied. “I guess it would have been too much to ask for you clowns to get an ARO rig before the fan got pooped up and call me on seventy-five meters. You yuppies are too young to understand, so I’ll forgive ya!” he replied back.

As Mr. Lewis motioned us downstairs, we noticed his windows were boarded up from the inside, so the curtains and blinds looked normal to the outside. I shrugged my shoulders to James as we headed downstairs to where he kept his amateur gear, a place where we had been visiting since we were kids, fascinated with the idea of talking to the world. “Boys, you ain’t about to believe what is going on. They’ve roadblocked the major interstates to stop the looters. The radio and TV stations are all under government orders now. This isn’t like a hurricane, it’s like the end of the world. People are calling me from around the world to ask me what is up and I’m begging them for information. Sit down and here, pass this bottle around, you’re going to need it” and after saying that he handed James a fifth of Canadian Mist and tuned his radio to the forty-one meter band.

“I know you’re not going to believe what I’m telling you, so sit tight while I tune into to one of my friends VE9 RA7 up in Canada. I have to actually contact them for information in other states to see what the hell is going on. I won’t remain on long as they are shutting down hams everywhere” he advised us. Mr. Lewis then asked “Is there any family you’re trying to reach while the hops on the East Coast are decent?” James spoke up “Yes sir, I have folks just outside of Birmingham, Alabama sir.” I had to pipe up also “I have folks just north of Buford, if there are any operators up there.” The old man looked at me like I was a three year old and replied “I don’t know son, the space aliens might have eaten everyone from Buford by now. What kind of stupid danged question was that?”

He mumbled a bit, turned the power button to his speaker on, took a swig of the Mist then tuned int around 7.221 Mhz and started the call:

“CQ, CQ, CQ, this is K9L5AV calling for anyone in the Atlanta, Georgia or Birmingham, Alabama areas, CQ, CQ, CQ” and he let off the mike and reclined back. Again a few minutes later the call went out but nothing came back. “CQ, CQ, CQ, is anybody out there, Georgia, Alabama, is anyone there, CQ, CQ?” he tried again and again. Suddenly a voice came back “This is VE9L5K in Ontario, Tom, is that you? Acknowledge please.” Old man Lewis perked up, grabbed the bottle from in front of James, took a swig as to lubricate his voice and yelled back “Sam you old dog, this is K9L5AV you’re coming in 3 over 3! How are ya doin’?” Mr. Lewis tuned the rig a bit more as the voice replied “FORTY- FOUR HERE OLD FRIEND! I’m glad to hear you’re in one piece. I was worried after the Buffalo stories we heard, over” the voice replied. The old man looked deeply concerned. He keyed the microphone and stared intently into the speaker as looking into someone’s face “What Buffalo stories? We’re blind, deaf and dumb down here, over?”

As he leaned back he turned the volume up “VE9L5K over, I’m not sure if we are authorized to tell you this but there was a bank riot in Buffalo. We heard over two hundred were arrested and five shot trying to break into a bank to get their money. The Peace Bridge is shut down, Niagara is closed and your Coast Guard has shut down the waterways in the area, OVER.”

Mr. Lewis was not pleased as he had friends and family everywhere. He keyed it up again “Any word from W6L 77J in Tonawanda? He’s an old friend, over, this is K9L5AV, over.” The voice was polite but short “No sir, nothing at all, over.” He signed the conversation off and tuned it up a few kilohertz after saying thanks to his buddy and logging the contact into his laptop for the call into Canada. “CQ, CQ, CQ, this is K9L5AV does anyone in Georgia or Alabama acknowledge this transmission, CQ, CQ, CQ” he repeated again. James was now freaking out a bit as I was getting even more nervous also. The whiskey was gone and the temperament of Mr. Lewis had changed, “Boys, get some coffee on. This is going to be a long night.” I told him we could not leave our wives alone and he replied “One of you should stay and get the news so we can spread it as fast as we can. Things ain’t what they seem and I can’t get an answer on any of the networks. Something big is up and I’m scared to guess what it might be.” James nodded to leave but before he did the old man grabbed his arm and said “Come with me.” He lead James to his workbench and handed him an old Zenith Transoceanic radio with a box of batteries. “You need to tune into the news from overseas and get the word out. I’m afraid something really bad has happened” he told him as he handed the rig to him and patted him on the back.

“Now let’s see if we can find the world” he replied to me, motioning back to the radio room. “But my wife…” I started to say and James cut me off saying “Don’t worry, I’ll escort her over here before curfew and watch your house. I want to know that is up and as soon as you know, tell me in the morning.” It was already five fifteen and darkness would arrive soon. “Thank you James, be careful out there, this is getting weird” and he nodded as he walked out the door as to acknowledge that our friendship had grown instantly. “Son! Get in here! You ain’t going to believe this!” the old man’s voice crackled out as I locked the seven locks on his front door. “Now what?” I thought to myself. Darned if I had not learned to quit asking that question, as the more information might scare me a tad bit more than the lack of information. “Sigh, another sleepless night” I said as I walked down the stairs.

When I walked into the radio room Mr. Lewis has the speakers blaring with military march music. “Why are you tuned into Cuba?” I yelled at him over the din.

“It ain’t Cuba!” he yelled back.

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49 responses to “"CQ, CQ, is Anybody out there?" (The Day the Dollar Died Part VIII)

  1. 1fourme

    Thanks John, another great chapter.
    note to self: Repete after me…it’s only fiction…it’s only fiction…it’s only fiction…oh crap… fiction my ass…I have been paying close attention for 4 years and any of this could easily happen…Were freaking doomed…

  2. smkymtn prepper

    Thanks John! Now chanting with “1FOURME”…it’s only fiction…it’s only fiction!

  3. Bring it on!

    Great stuff!

  4. Tom

    Man, you’re starting to hit close to home now. Great job again. I can’t wait for the next installment as always.

  5. Yes this is fiction, plausible though, if anything the story is moving a bit to slow for me. Depending on where you are the collapse that is coming will move at different speeds. First there will be the demonstrations, then the riots leading to looting race wars and finally a full blown Civil War.

    People get your own house in order, food, water, supplies and weapons in order to keep what you already have, If you have not been paying attention get the HELL out of dollar denominated assets before the powers to be collapse the dollar and you are wiped out. Gold and Silver COINS not bullion, the object is not to make money but to keep what you have. Time is short get ready NOW!!!!!

  6. jdb

    Heh, I was getting ready to call your error on Blackwater, since (1) they’ve renamed themselves and (2) they’re getting out of the security business. Should have known better. Good stuff.

    • Administrator

      Stay tuned for next week’s chapter….I have already got the story drawn out in my mind….-:)

  7. McNamys

    Ditto what 1FOURME said, Thank You for another great chapter, matter of fact thank you for all the great posts.

    I agree, I had to remind myself its just fiction[till its not], especially when you mentioned Buford which is too $%%$@ close to my home for liking. Whats that saying, something like truth is stranger than fiction?

    The timing is even scarier, as I seem to feel like it could truly happen, the time frame is even plausible. Even worse I have this feeling that I cannot shake, even before I read this story that something bodes ill and whatever it is, its not gonna be good.

    Anyone else have that ominous feeling? I keep telling myself I’m just letting paranoia get the best of me and to not doubt the ability of .gov to keep kicking the can down the road?

    They seem to have done a fine[sarcasm] job thus far; I am amazed we have not landed after the fall off the cliff yet; BUT then I look thru the data, simple elementary math tells me otherwise. So whats right, fundamental math or .gov and the green shoots rhetoric?

    Is this just the Wile E Coyote moment for us all where we defy physics and are over the cliff, hung mid air and yet to realize we’ve reached the point of no return and gravities effect[going down]??

  8. rookie

    I figure that keeping our head in the sand will only give our a$$ a head start if we are not paying attention to the (enter descriptive word here) comming.
    Thanks for passing on the idea of boarding the inside of the windows and motivating me to learn or at least network with the HAMM’s out there.
    Any thoughts on how the EMS/Fire Service is affected, mine as a volunteer EMT/Fire is that we need to focus on prepping ourselves individually with first-aid knowledge and materials. The community volly’s will only be able and willing to help so much while they are taking care of there own.
    Great stuff, don’t forget Gods roll in this is as important as any character in this fiction, fiction, realitiction…reality

  9. Chris

    You should put a separate section on your sidebar with links to every chapter. As we point more popel to your blog they would have easy access to the storyline.

    On another note, I think your next installment will need to monitor two key events that may take place this weekend – Obama signing the Copenhagen document and Senators passing their Healthcare plan. Both events (on or around 12/20/09) will be the beginning of the end which will follow your “fictional” story’s timeline of 2/22/10.

    If I am right, then you are more prescient than you realize!

  10. Tim

    Hearty congrats on another winner- edge of the seat time waiting for the next installment. Loke the other comenters, this one gave me chills- it rings so true. Now I all I can think of is how to get my hands on a short-wave radio… dang.

    MCNAMYS- You are not alone, not by a long shot. I do the same two-step: going from deep foreboding and thinking about how to turn my house into a bunker to “relax, things hung together in the Depression, they will again”. Is this rational skepticism, or is it denial? On the one hand, we may be making too much of things since there has always been an apocalyptic bent to the human psyche (doomsday scenarios, disaster movies, cults built on the end of the world, etc), so maybe we should step back and chill. On the other hand there is that unmistakable feeling of impending blackness, of things slowly but inexorably going off the rails, of leaders so incapable of dealing with reality that they “fix” things by adding huge new entitlements to an already broken (and broke) system… talk about Nero fiddling while Rome burns.

    So which is it- our overactive imaginations or the end of days? Satchel Paige said “Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean someone isn’t out to get you”. I’m with Satchel.

  11. Nahanni


    “Anyone else have that ominous feeling?”

    I think everyone has had this feeling since about June, 2008. That is when it became apparent that Obama would get the nomination and the election was basically being “rigged” (for the lack of a better term) by the media and everyone else that Obama would be “elected” and the Democrats would own the legislative branch. You will note that starting in July 2008 is when we crested the top of the roller coaster and started the downwards slide.

    Businesses, investors, etc. knew full well what electing these people would bring and started getting out while the getting was good. I know people who owned businesses who shut them down and sold out in the latter half of 2008 just so they could get out before the Democrats could change the tax structure after January, 2009. I took all I could from my 401k out in a loan and took the rest out of stocks and crammed it in the “safest” places I could in our 401k plan like bonds/treasuries (which aren’t that safe but best of a bad lot)-I can’t close the account under the rules. I told my friends to do so too and some listened. Those who did not watched in horror as 35-50% the value of their 401k’s went *POOF!*.

    Now what we are all feeling is very much akin to the day or so before a hurricane hits. The wind has changed and picked up, the dark clouds are on the horizon, your body can sense the pressure falling and you feel deep in your soul that something very bad is coming even without a weather report.

  12. 1fourme

    I’m waiting for someone to pick up an old looking real estate sign, to put up at their house to make it look like they blend in and have lost everything…
    They found a “Bank Owned” sign, but then figured someone would burn it down…so they put up a few of the most common foreclosure signs.

  13. Great stuff Bro.,Fer that Georgia,Mama and Sandy segment,an old coloquial statement came to mind,that “Adel Is so close to Hell,that you can see Sparks”…Keep ‘Em comin’…

  14. I can’t wait until next week, haha. I have been prepping for this type event for a little over a year now. Most of my co-workers thought I was nuts (may be right but) when September 2008 came, some started asking questions… Fast foward to today and they ask if I am still prepping. Nothings changed, I say, just be ready when it hits…. What about the news etc, saying its better…. Well, I say, look at your paycheck and tell if it is higher than last year (we work on commission) and they walk away in denial. Anyway, scary stuff, its coming, don’t know when, but it is coming.

  15. Chris

    You may also want to place a link to the next chapter at the end of each chapter. This would facilitate a speedy read. Your prose certainly grabs our attention and causes everyone to stop and think (and pray). Then again, maybe by clicking back and forth a couple of times we have time to ponder what we just read. I am afraid fear may set in while we wait.

    Just a thought!

  16. Paul

    Great series and great 1-3-6 analyses. The worst part now is waiting for a week for the next part of “Dollar Died.”

    One caution about the use of real estate or foreclosure signs in the yard. I don’t thing that I’d want people thinking that no one lives in the house and inviting break-ins and vandals, especially if the family is still living there.

  17. Mark

    i live in brooklyn. i wonder what new york will be like? maybe the next chapters will tell the stories of the other cities.

  18. cornhusker

    I should have helped you with some ham radio call signs, etc. As a ham for 41 years, I can really relate to my daily friendships with hams all over the country and all over the world and wonder how those will help should something happen. It is something all of us long-time hams have in the back of our heads…how will we react…how wil lwe communicate, how will we be treated by others should things happen. I am surprised you haven’t incorporated something I write about in a national magazine…home-made kit radios that can be stuffed into Altoids tins, etc. They are often Morse code only, but the simplicity of Morse allows for very minimalist and simple radios that can run off of a 9V battery and communicate for hundreds of miles and cost less than $30 to make right now.
    73 from Lincoln, Nebraska

    • Administrator

      I was deliberately trying to avoid using a real call sign. Believe me!

  19. Lisa

    I’m curious, why board up the windows from the inside?

    Also, a small suggestion. For clarity, why don’t you label each chapter by its location & then date/time.

    Enjoying reading this very much. I actually like the pace of the story…just wish your writing was faster-lol, I can’t wait til the next chapter:-)

  20. McNamys

    “Now what we are all feeling is very much akin to the day or so before a hurricane hits. The wind has changed and picked up, the dark clouds are on the horizon, your body can sense the pressure falling and you feel deep in your soul that something very bad is coming even without a weather report.”

    That is a perfect description!

    Thanks Tim, that sums it up exactly, and I worry too because I do not think people have the intestinal fortitude like they did during the last depression. I’m with Satchel as well, thanks for the memorable quote.

    Stay away from the real estate signs, looters and vandals look for those type of homes.

    Lisa, boarding the windows from the inside still give it the lived in look, denies people and (some)objects entry thru windows and also at dark provides a black out, no one can see in (assuming someone covers the gun/peek slots at night)

  21. Dream Killer

    Ever heard of the Govt. program entitled, “Iron Mountain”?

  22. Sunny Meadow

    ” On the one hand, we may be making too much of things since there has always been an apocalyptic bent to the human psyche …” It’s genetic memory. Our ancestors that went through horrible ordeals passed the memory down through the genes. Many have lost this catastrophe gene and look upon those who have it as insane. Those who have the gene look upon every bit of bad news as an indicator that a catastrophe is coming.

  23. Casey

    John, your story is exciting to the point of needing another blood pressure pill. Thanks (I guess….)

    For those who might be interested, Google: “US Stability Police Force +Rand Corp” and review the interesting document you’ll find. Also: “DOD Dir 1404.10” (aka: “Civilian Expeditionary Workforces”). …some pretty interesting stuff going on just over the horizon.

    A few comments to previous readers:
    CHRIS: the COP19 Treaty would require Senate ratification/supermajority, but from what I’m reading there may be some pretty scary One World Gov’t proposals in the document. RE: your suggestion that John revamp the site for continuity of his story, here’s another suggestion: cut and paste to create comprehensive new Word document. I’ve done that (including JohnGaltFL links, of course) and sent to selected friends who can appreciate it.
    TIM: you comment “…slowly but inexorably going off the rails” is as well put as any I’ve seen. That is EXACTLY what is occuring – Thank you. RE: “…depression…things held together” True enough, but please realize, Today’s America is vastly different from the country of the 30’s. We are fatally split and no longer a country capable of all pulling in the same direction; a serious tear in the social fabric of the country may very well just be one Calamity away. Prepare.
    ADMINISTRATOR(John): Keep up the good work. In the future your timing may show as almost prophetic. Events now in the mix (COP19, Dubai Default, the Healthcare Budget(?) Buster, and who knows what else) plus your 1-3-6 observations may be frighteningly precient. Keep up the good work.

    …it’s only six more days until Wednesday. Dang.


  24. TimeTraveler

    A very forboding piece that will be very close to reality soon.As I read the comments on this piece, I do sense that most of your readers do acknowledge a sense of upcoming doom.They are right.It will soon become apparent as early as March of next year that this holographic derivative based economic system of the world will collapse. The European Union is on the footsteps of dissintegration, as is Great Britian, the Baltic nations,Japan,Mexico,and the US. The first domino to fall was Dubai World. It was the canary in the mine. The $600 trillion derivative system, twice the GDP of the world is about to implode! When it does, it will take the world economies with it. Since 1913 when the Federal Reserve took over the US,the system was doomed.There is no way to save it, as your political leaders are too corrupt and greedy, and the rest of the world follows suit.It is time to face your maker and make preperations as such. Mankind will survive, but only the humans that consciously believe thru the purest of heart will bring mankind into fullfilling the human destiny.

  25. While some may think the story arc is too slow, I think it gives you a lot of latitude for details that add authenticity to the story line. Great stuff!

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  27. Mark

    When option arm and commercial real estate bubbles explode,states will be on their knees. John your piece on the 1-3-6 rule is amazing and I’m wondering why no one is talking about this. Something is going to happen. My worst nightmare scenario is that if we have a deflationary death spiral depression then inflationary the govt will hold off all elections until further notice. Something big is going to happen, I’ve been felling this since 2007. We will see in the next six to eight months.

    • Administrator

      Glenn Beck was the only one who covered it after I called him. Bless him for that. Next year it will become important.

  28. Kelvin

    Great chapter as usual. I can’t wait to read the next. It’s very hard for me to imagine this will happen in the USA but I have been telling people to prepare for almost 2 years. I have done some preparations including storing up lots of drinking water. Some of my friends are now thinking I am crazy. I guess 2010 around March will show them who is the crazy one huh?

  29. Fight On!

    are there any recordiongs of the Glenn Beck interview?

    • Administrator

      Only if you subscribe to his show. Unless somewhat put it up on YouTube.

  30. dale


  31. Great stuff! I posted a link on Free Republic to the first chapter, and notified my gang.

  32. Sunny Meadow

    A decade ago, before Y2K, there was a news report on ‘militias’ in West Virginia, by a television station in a next door state, maybe in Baltimore, I can’t exactly remember.

    They showed people carrying guns around. The normal song about uneducated hillbillies, mixed with a stong dose of violent mental instability, and herited survivalist attitude of people who learn to use guns at about eight years old.

    I got indignant, and thought about complaining to the station for their sterotyping.

    Then, I thought again.

    Let the people in Washington DC, Baltimore, Pittsburg, think that I am a violent nut case who can shoot straight. They’ll think twice about coming here, when the fan gets smelly.

  33. ceelee

    Riveting! Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.

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  35. First Premier Credit Card announced a new 79.9% interest rate this morning. Other credit cards to follow. I’ve heard a rumor from some on Wall Street that the FED expects over 500 banks to fail next year. Milk is also going up 39%. I have a very bad feeling about all of this. Stay safe folks…

  36. Perspective


    Right along with the larger numbers department, I believe it was about 3-4 years ago that credit card companies started sending out bills where the number of spaces to the left of the decimal was increased to 6. Either the guys thought we Americans were all about to become fabulously wealthy or they were planning ahead for a much smaller Federal Reserve Note. I notice the bills have room to increase to 8 digits without difficulty.

    So tomorrow was planned for and today it is being engineered. John’s doing a nice job here detailing a lot of what is going on. To really get the big picture though I think we need a web site called Fiasco.com. It can have different countries, states, counties, cities and towns, heck, even companies, where all the relevant fiasco’s can be gathered together. Then when one of the bright bulbs running something proposes an “idea”, the call can go out: Have you checked Fiasco.com? Perhaps a Fiasco rating can be developed. Then the question becomes: Have you checked your Fiasco Score? This would initially apply to public figures, but anyone with a track record could ask for a rating. Maybe it could replace credit ratings.

    I freely give this idea away to any and all entrepreneurs who wish to start a new line of work.

  37. Brother Billy

    CLU gave it’s California Forecast on 12-16. California official unemployment rate to remain at 12% for the next 24 months. Chance of California going belly up in 2010 better than 50%. KNX Radio had the sound bite but I cannot find a link.

    CLU may post it.


  38. Frank Donovan

    79.9%? That is scary. I am glad I am paying mine off. If I can get through this time I will never go into debt again.

  39. TommyT

    FOR CHRIS- Thanks for the posting about the Rand report. Was that report done by Michelle Malkin’s husband?

    RAND REPORT PDF located at

    Google is getting overwhelmed with “Lew Rockwell” blog pointers.

  40. mitch

    Despite all the doom and gloom NYS is only short $3 Billion on a $114 Billion budget. 2.8% in theory should be easy to cut.

  41. John

    new world gold currency – as a public option savings UN currency….i like the sound of public option in it. these gold coins will be issued in europe next year, will have some chemical in it to be recognized by ATM modified machines….one more step forward

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  43. Wow! I usually only read non-fiction as reading fiction is usually a waste of time. But your story is both riveting and useful!!! I can’t wait until the next chapter – and I have a lot of things to ponder to refine my preparations. Thanx for writing this!

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