the only good thing

THE ONLY GOOD THING

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note: okay, I know you guys can help.  I ordered two AR-15 books, as a reference for later if I get battlefield find AR's.  Or if I need to build my own.  You look at the pictures of kits for sale and see dozens of springs for the lower.  I look in both those books and see nothing about assembling all these tiny parts.  Am I blind, or do the books suck?  They are Gunsmithing The AR http://amzn.to/2BAyi7B and the other is Build Your Own AR-15 Rifle http://amzn.to/2Hnn4Ue .  I want a paper reference, not a DVD or YouTube videos.  Any suggestions?  I'd appreciate your gun nerd knowledge.
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The only good thing about getting old is that all your problems ( besides health related ) start going away.  Trouble in the marriage bed?  No problems, that sex drive keeps diminishing ( I can’t believe anyone sees that as a curse when it is such a blessing to remove the Little Head from the decision making loop ).  Trouble in your career?  No problem, retirement or death is just around the corner?  Hate people?  No problem, they are all beginning to die off.  Having a hard time prepping for the fast approaching apocalypse?

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No problem, every day closer to death is one less day of supplies you need to stockpile.  When you are twenty, stockpiling another four decades of supplies is not literally but Damn Skippy close to impossible.  When you are fifty?  No problem.  And hell, by that time you don’t even have to worry about variety all that much.  Your health requires more wheat and less fat and protein anyway.  That is just a bonus.  When you are young, stockpiling is an uphill battle both because of the volume but because you have education and investments battling for your limited wages.

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By the time you are older, those are no longer worries ( if you are paying rent past fifty years of age you did something very, very wrong.  If you were a dumb ass or had a bad string of luck, you can still provide a home with a less than thirty year mortgage.  You just need to compromise a bit.  Seriously, if your investments in reducing your needed income are not made prior to the advent of old age, you need to radically reprioritize and go into emergency mode ). 

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Since health starts to become such an issue, the only good thing about age becomes the fact it is the end of the journey.  Not because of the sweet release of death ( although there is that also ) but because everything has gotten easier and less of a trial.  You’ve made the mistakes, rectified them, moved on and done things better.  That is what the Golden Years are about.  Not health-wise.  The payoff for the work already done.  AND, as important, the increased ease of everything that used to be so difficult.  Your job becomes easier, even if you don’t have much retirement, because you cease to NEED a job.  That is why you got rid of the debt and reduced your needs-for Hump You savings ( NOT earnings.  Less money is going to the 90% and far more to the 1% the 9% is seeing the implosion of their ill gotten gains as the elite went from plundering the middle class in 2008 to plundering the straw bosses in 2018.  To win now, you need LESS money, not more ).

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When I was a young lad working almost entirely for the pleasure of the ex-wife and the taxman, child support was a pretty onerous burden.  One sixth of my gross based on an unusually well paid job quickly turned into one third of my normal wages ( add in another third in taxes and I was seeing over a decade of only bringing home 25-35% of my wages ).  The last quarter of those years were not nearly so bad, as I both moved out to junk land ( one quarter the price of trailer rent on grid ) and minimum wages had increased and I no longer had work offered health insurance I was mandated to provide for my kids ( it was merely punitive, as they lived out of the coverage area AND had government provided care anyway ).

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Not only that, but every year closer to that end of support, the closer to early payoff I was getting.  If I became unemployed ( not an inconceivable prospect as the job always involved fighting with management to get anything done, plus obviously the economy of ’08/’09+ ), I would still need to pay off the ex.  The divorce papers ( or the taxman, or the bank officer ) could care less about your abilities to pay.  They want their money, regardless.  I would have needed to pay off the bitch with savings and asset liquidation.  So every month got closer to going from insolvent to debt free.  That is how your preparedness stockpile works.  Every day past means one less days worth of calories you need in the future, as you get closer to death.

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That is what I mean by your impending demise being The Only Good Thing.  That is less money you need in savings and less food you need in storage ( yes, I know the timing on death is variable.  I just look at the average of about sixty being, once again, about right ( prior to modern medicine, if you survived childhood and war you usually got to about that age.  The “new” expectation above that is both non-historical, illogical and frankly, not all that desirable ).  Just as every day closer to the end of compulsory public reeducation became a lighter and easier burden, so does death.

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You might be worried about the apocalypse becoming a non-event ( as if! ).  Okay, anything is possible.  Does the prospect of dying and having no one to leave your supplies to worry you?  I’ll probably cover that another time.  My guess though is that is merely a philosophical issue.  A near non-event as far as stress is concerned.  Why should you care?  Hell, you’ll be dead.  I know I really need to get my ass down to the funeral home and see about buying a basic cremation package, but I’m really assuming the collapse happens before I need to worry about dying of natural causes.

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Plus, what do I care?  My corpse is someone else’s problem ( and not necessarily the NOL’s.  She knows where all my savings is, as well as my ATM code.  Do I worry about that?  No.  She is the only wife I completely trusted since the Baby Momma.  Could that bit my ass?  Sure.  Do I care?  Not really.  I’m almost dead-I’m caring about very little at this point ).  Recalling a recent discussion on plastic buckets for wheat, I was thinking back on the last time I bought any buckets.  Five years ago or nearbouts.  I received free bakery buckets, but I’ve bought none to very few.  I recently took advantage of lower wheat prices and half assed got more bags, but I’ve long past stopped stressing about storage food.

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Part of no longer giving a crap is my expectation of dying within a decade.  Part is having reduced my worry through prior investment.  I really hope all of you are at the same point in your life.  Isn’t it nice to stress just a little bit less every day?  If not, hump you.  It is your own damn fault for refusing to change, adapt and overcome.

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