The Pendulum – Part Three - Seeking Balance

The Pendulum – Part Three

Seeking Balance

By High Desert


Missing in the mix of hundreds of bug-out stories is a forthright and candid self appraisal of lessons learned containing practical experience along with deep humility and honest self examination. High Desert expressed a willingness to share his and his wife’s adventure with TwoIceFloes and we eagerly embraced the opportunity to post his story as a three part series. Below is Part Three. – Cognitive Dissonance

Click here for Part One and Part Two


We are the only person living within our world. We may share the same moment and space with billions of others, but our reality is uniquely ours and it is carefully constructed to fit our own worldview and belief system. Ultimately we are alone, even when surrounded by family and friends. While others may share the benefits and blow-back from our decisions, we alone bear the full burden of our beliefs.

I could no more understand the belief system, thought processes and daily lives of a movie star, neurosurgeon, or nuclear physicist than I could a drug kingpin, human trafficker or serial killer. No two people share the same exact world, not even identical twins.

I point this out solely to emphasize this article is not a recommendation or endorsement of any particular course of action. Nor is it a warning a similar course of action will produce the same results for you. My only goal when writing this article was to share our experiences, how we were affected and what we did to cope.

If you missed Part One and Part Two of this article, both installments laid out the groundwork for this final chapter. For those who did not read them, I’ll summarize the first two chapters in a single sentence. We woke up, bugged out and almost caved in after we were turned upside down when nearly everything went sideways.

During this six year journey we took a wild ride on the pendulum of life, eventually becoming totally out of balance with the world and each other. Part One described our initial awakening to how the world really works and everything leading up to our move to an isolated off-grid homestead. Part Two contained a summary of some of the larger challenges, successes, disasters, surprises and strange events we faced once we settled into our new home.

In this final chapter I detail how my wife and I progressed from a stress and drama free life of peace and harmony (aka blissful ignorance) to finding ourselves in constant conflict. This dissonance created such a high level of stress and disharmony we were constantly at each other’s throat.

Things eventually degenerated to the point where I found myself wondering who this angry, emotionally unstable, ranting, raving mad woman was and how she got a wedding ring that matched mine. And my wife couldn’t understand how she came to live with a non-communicative, fanatically driven, ill-tempered man who sat directly across from her at the kitchen table.

How in the name of all that is good, just and righteous did we end up so out of balance with life and each other? And what, if anything, could we do to fix the situation? If something major did not change, this was not going to end well.

What started out as a “on the same page” team effort to build a sustainable safe haven for family and friends was about to end in tears and dissolution. Twenty plus years of a loving and mutually supportive marriage was teetering on the precipice. Most of our life savings were gone, depleted in an attempt to cope with our red-pill awakening. After all we had physically and mentally accomplished, our very sanity was rapidly fading away with each day’s passing.

Trying to build-out and maintain an off-grid working homestead is hard work, plain and simple. To make matters immeasurably more difficult, we possessed the naïve belief we could build a community of like minded neighbors and local townsfolk to weather the coming socioeconomic storm.

What we discovered while attempting to do so was most of our scattered neighbors, plus many others who lived in the nearby small town, would be more at home in a creepy Stephen King novel than in Mayberry, U.S.A.

The demanding physical work, part and parcel of self sufficient off-grid living, was slowing wearing us down. Plus the non-stop disasters, miscues and mistakes compounded the physical and mental toll. While I was fine with the physical and social isolation, after a couple of years it became really distressing for my wife. Above all else, she deeply missed spending time with family and old friends.

Admittedly my personality is more like Doc Martin than Dr. Phil. The fact is I would never be mistaken for a people person. When forced into a social gathering, my eyes begin to glaze over after ten minutes of small talk, a social grace I sometimes refer to as ego-generated mind-babble.

Not that I’m free of ego or mind-babble; quite the opposite in fact. It’s just that after being embarrassingly exposed far too many times as the fool I am, I finally realized even the greatest of fools can remain undetected unless they open their mouth or type on a keyboard. The advent of social media provides irrefutable proof of this fact. 


The greater fools on display.


My wife became very unhappy; deeply depressed for the first time in the more than two decades we’d been together. It’s not as if she overtly expressed a desire to move. But with her Irish descent, red hair and matching determination and temper, she made it very clear she could no longer live as we were. Therefore she WAS moving.

I offered to set her up on Skype and social media so she could stay in touch with her friends. We found a new home for the chickens, relieving her of that daily burden, and cancelled all new projects. We even started a new gardening related business to help her stay mentally engaged and occupied.

I did everything I could to ease her responsibilities in an attempt to bring some joy back into her life. Nothing worked. In fact, all my efforts just seemed to make the situation worse. She was leaving, I was staying. A line had been drawn in the sand and now the fighting began in earnest.

It was a very rough year. Physically and emotionally exhausted, we were both suffering from a variation of PTSD I’ve termed NSTSD – Non-Stop Traumatic Stress Disorder. It was not a pretty picture and things were getting uglier by the day. Neither of us could see the other’s point of view, therefore the differences could not be reconciled. It took me a long time to realize why I was so angry, rigid and void of empathy or understanding.

Modern psychology acknowledges by a very early age, a child has formed core belief systems in order to cope with and understand their world. Is it a safe or dangerous place? How emotionally and physically supportive is it? Is their universe a loving and nurturing environment in which to grow or an indifferent, even hostile, place where they simply exist?

Unless there are dramatic changes in living conditions along the way, these fundamental beliefs are continually reinforced as we grow and develop. During our late teens and/or early twenties, additional conditioning takes place as we transition from child to adult. The experiences and conditioning encountered during our youth tend to stick with us, even if they slowly fade away into our sub-conscious.

I was born into a dangerous, non-supportive and indifferent world and was living on the streets by the time I hit sixteen. When I turned eighteen I joined the military. Even though it was now several years after Vietnam, the Army had not fully transitioned to a peacetime force. There was still an ‘under fire’ mentality infused in the troops.

Truth be told, our country has always been at war, either overtly, covertly, by proxy, via regime change or setting up and/or provoking the next one. This is not necessarily a condemnation, but rather just standard operating procedure for all empires past and present.

After basic training came jump school, then advanced infantry training and jungle operations training in Panama followed by a return to Ft. Bragg, NC for six more months of specialized training. I then returned once again to the Canal Zone. The training was non-stop and intense.

In the latter stages of my enlistment, two memes were drilled into us over and over again: The Mission Always Comes First and Failure Is Not an Option. Losing focus in the field could easily ruin your day. Therefore, even on training exercises, we never took any reminders of family or friends with us because such things could be distracting. Wallets, wedding rings, photos and personal jewelry never left the base.


The Soldier


All of that was forty years ago and I seldom think about those days anymore. Yet, it was that very state of mind which resurfaced from my sub-conscience, causing a significant lapse in my critical thinking skills and normally logical mind when dealing with this stressful situation.

What I had not realized until my wife and I were about to activate the nuclear option was now clear. After our red pill awakening and joint decision to uproot our lives, I had taken on a new mission and failure was not an option.

The objectives were monumental, the physical work exhausting. If you read Part Two, you can understand how I felt we were basically operating behind enemy lines. So when my wife started to express a desire to move, to go back to the city (at least that’s what my mind was hearing) I saw her as a team member who had laid down arms and was mumbling something about retreat and surrender. As the tension mounted and the arguments intensified, I began to view her as an enemy combatant.

The mission had to come first, even if that meant our twenty plus year mutually supportive, built on trust and friendship relationship would become collateral damage. There was no room for negotiation, compromise or surrender.

Had I totally lost my mind or was I suffering from a severe case of Collapse Fatigue? Since I never want to be exposed as a fool, I’m certainly not going to admit to the former…at last not yet anyway.

After I came to understand what the driving force was behind our conflict, beyond the obvious fact we were both totally off-balance, I began a sincere attempt to listen to what my wife was actually trying to say instead of taking a defensive combat stance every time she said “we need to talk.”

In my ‘failure is not an option’ narrowed state of mind, all I had heard was my wife’s proclamation she wanted to be reinserted back into the Matrix along with a full memory-wipe of the last 5 years. What she was really saying was perhaps, just perhaps, there is a place (physically, emotionally and spiritually) with a little more balance, somewhere between blissful ignorance and the current NSTSD preparation for the end of the world mindset.

Despite that growing understanding, it still took a while for the little voices in my head to subside. Initially the constant “I will not fail”, “I will not surrender”, “I will complete the mission even if I have to do it alone” monologue was replaced with all the reasons we couldn’t move.

Even if we could sell the retreat, it most likely would be at a significant loss, leaving us in a precarious financial situation. And we’ll never find a new place that’s an acceptable compromise. On top of all that I simply do not have the energy or fortitude to move lock, stock and barrel again.

Anyone who has been there knows, the excuses are endless when we’re looking for reasons not to do something.

After a few more months it slowly sunk in. All I was doing was finding excuses to avoid something I still had reservations about. In reality I could no longer avoid the fact life is too short and it no longer made sense to live what few years we had left in misery and disagreement.

Economic and social collapse, World War III, a poisoned ecosystem that can no longer support billions of people; all these and more will probably come to pass at some point in the future. But to live life as if disaster is scheduled for later in the day is no way to live. My wife had been the first to ask a fundamental question. How could continuing to live life on the edge contribute to our quality of life while honoring our marriage?

For us, at least, the answer was it could not. A house divided will fall.


A house divided will fall


I finally yielded to the irrefutable fact our effort to create a safe redoubt and a self-sustainable life was itself ultimately unsustainable. The critical component in any ecosystem, regardless of how simple or complex it may be, are the individuals involved. If we aren’t in sync with each other and the rest of the system, nothing will work as expected or planned.  

As Yogi Berra once said, it’s déjà vu all over again. My wife returned to researching new properties each evening and I started working out the logistics of a future move. We had found common ground once again, sharing a few core beliefs that were a solid compromise between our original “light, love and abundance” and the terribly out of balance “the only point of life is to prepare for the end of the world” state of mind.



It was nearly a four hour drive from our off-grid homestead to the city where family and friends lived. One of the search parameters I insisted upon when looking for a new home was a specific county line. I wanted to live no closer to the city than that border. My goal was to live in a location unlikely to be consumed by the ever-expanding Metro area (at least during our remaining lifetimes) but not at such an altitude nothing edible would grow without significant intervention by us.

We both agreed we wanted at least a few acres to live on, more for privacy and safety than for an attempt to grow everything we needed to eat. And the house had to be large enough to accommodate our son on the off chance conditions got bad enough he had no choice but to boomerang home.

After a determined search we eventually found just such a place.

Almost a year ago we moved into our new home. We managed to sell the homestead to some folks who wanted it for exactly the same reason we had, therefore they appreciated all we had (re)built and accomplished during our stay there. We certainly didn’t make a profit on it, but fortunately we broke even enough to buy the new place and replicate (on a much smaller scale) the essential backup systems we desired, along with a smaller greenhouse.

The new location allows us to visit our son and friends and be back home by the afternoon. It’s no longer a full day’s ordeal for me to make a run for hardware or supplies. Plus we actually managed to cram all the accumulated food and medical supplies into the new place. And although my new shop is considerably smaller, it is fully functional and I don’t have to start a fire an hour before starting a new project.

We now know, having learned from firsthand experience, we can’t ‘save’ the world or even ourselves, for no one lives forever. We realized the best we can do is live the rest of our lives with honesty, integrity and compassion. I’m not talking about the kind of honesty and integrity practiced in corporate boardrooms or by politicians, but honest to goodness Golden Rule stuff. No one can take that away from us and it doesn’t cost us a dime to practice our beliefs.

That is our new mission, one we intend to live to the fullest along with lots of self-reflection, contemplation and critical thinking. And most of all, to live in balance with Mother Nature and each other.


High Desert



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Cognitive Dissonance Sun, 03/04/2018 - 11:21 Permalink

My role in this series consists solely of editing and image selection. High Desert wrote this series at my request because, quite frankly, there is a lack of this type of reflective overview in the alternative media space. Both High Desert and I thank you for following this series to the end. - Cognitive Dissonance

For those interested in reading more by High Desert, he graciously wrote a three part series for TwoIceFloes on his conversion of an existing fireplace to a free standing wood stove at his new home.

Click here for part three, which contains links to parts one and two.

Cognitive Dissonance Sir Edge Sun, 03/04/2018 - 16:03 Permalink

High Desert's piece far exceeded my wildest imagination of what he might produce when I asked him to give it a try. I was blown away with it's brutal honesty and self examination.

I began following his blog soon after Mrs. Cog and I moved out here to Southwestern VA. Soon after that we started a personal correspondence, so I was aware of some of what they had endured. But not all of it, since understandably he kept the more personal stuff to himself.

As he finished each section he passed it on to me to read and edit. After reading part one unedited I knew I had a winner here, but didn't want to begin posting until he was finished and was satisfied with his article. Plus I wasn't sure how it would be received here on Zero Hedge and I didn't want potentially nasty comments to disrupt his creative flow.

I've never met High Desert nor even spoken to him on the phone. But it is clear from his writing he's a "What you see is what you get" type of guy. I hope he's as much an inspiration to others who care to read him as he is to me.

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Contagion Deleverage Cognitive Dissonance Mon, 03/05/2018 - 09:55 Permalink

Hi Cog,


Thanks for this important series of submissions. 


I have had fun in the past posting political comments I am certain trigger both derisive and reflective responses by my ZH-ers.  None of which was or is to make people angry only to look anew at the reality being promoted by the various media.


I don't believe any of my comments are particularly deep or memorable but there is a profound truth in the fact that people are having conversations and making comments about the many topics on these blog sites.  Everybody knows....  The majority of critically thinking people know, "Something is wrong." 


Living prepared and self-sustaining lives is difficult, at the best of times, by one's self. Finding a community of like-minded people is integral.


High Desert and you (and the misses-es) have my sincerest gratitude for sharing these life experiences.  I am sending links of this series around to my loved ones.


Contagion Deleverage

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Urban Roman Cognitive Dissonance Sun, 03/04/2018 - 17:24 Permalink

There is a ZH commenter who makes very rare appearances here, whose story I'd love to hear some day. Posts using the nym "honestann". She made sort of oblique references to an almost mythical bugout location, maybe in the southern hemisphere. Apparenlty awoke in the early aughts and had the presence of mind and wherewithal to make a complete break.

Other folks I have known, lived maybe a 45 minute drive from town, but for one reason or another moved back about a year ago, and live in downtown San Antonio. Still others have lived in the country for decades, making the long commute to town during their working lives, and having a very comfortable (not entirely off grid) retirement place. Or moved back to occupy old family farmland that had lain neglected for decades in deepest hillbilly country (don't knock it, especially if the hillbillies are your cousins).

I'm always eager and curious to hear these accounts. Thanks so much to High Desert for this one!

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Miffed Microbi… HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Sun, 03/04/2018 - 20:10 Permalink

Marriage is a partnership and when you push it to extremes, things can go very wrong. 


10 years ago I wanted to start an alpaca farm. My research was scanty but I was determined to make my " dream" work. Finally Mr confronted me after serious number crunching. He told me flat out "No, this won't work." I will never for get that day. I just lost it. Screaming and ranting. Throwing things. I will never have anything I want. I will always be a fucking wage slave. Yes it was very ugly. Mr looked at this frightful scene and finally when I ended up on the floor curled up in a ball bawling in my hands, he took a seat next to me. " I am so sorry sweetheart, I know why you want this but this is a Ponzi scheme and it will financially break us. As much as it pains me to do this I must say no to you." Flash forward a few years. I walked into his office, hugged my husband and thanked him. He was right and he has the courage to tell me no though I knew it was very hard for him. 


What I learned from that event is that dreams can be wonderful things but sometimes they don't translate well to reality. It's best to not make dramatic changes without serious considerations how it will affect your life and the life of the ones you love. 




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tion HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Sun, 03/04/2018 - 23:48 Permalink

I am pretty sure I was born a Virtuoso but test as a Logician these days.  Life does things to a person. I’ve poked at you, but we probably have more in common than you realize. 

Regarding the metal taste, if you’re supplementing with iodine, look into companion supplements like zinc, selenium, ‘salt pushing’, glutathione  and C supplementation, and halide detox symptoms to keep an eye out for, they can get ugly.

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MK ULTRA Alpha HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Mon, 03/05/2018 - 01:57 Permalink

LOL I'll miss you. You're one of the few posters who openly supported and cared about my opinion on a internet fire base fighting off communist and they're in the wire.

Thousands of anti-American foreigners from Chinese to Russians, to Europeans to South American, to Iran, to Turkey to even Syria, are on these boards, many posing as an American. They believe they're radicalizing Americans, trying to break us down.

There are posters who come on here everyday with exact same rant. I've asked many what country they were from for a survey. Many have admitted to being foreigners and explain why they hate Americans guts.

There are many Americans who are totally brainwashed by the MSM, the "We are the world..." One World Government, and the US must fold into other nations and lose it's rights, just like what happened to the UK in the EU. The agenda is brought to the US by International Communism. This has been the plan for a long time and the center of the plotters to take down America is in NYC. What's interesting is China is never questioned by MSM?

So I appreciate your comments and appreciate your sincerity. But you will be missed, because there isn't that many cleared headed logic thinkers like you.

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Miffed Microbi… HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Sun, 03/04/2018 - 21:07 Permalink

The reality is we are all alone. We are born alone and die alone. People and experiences are merely players in our personal world. If I were to offer you coffee at my favorite cafe, I may gush over the amazing quality and exquisite taste and you may turn to me and exclaim it is yak piss. Who is right? Both of us and neither. You may never experience my taste buds nor I yours. Truth in this case is relative and personal. We dream separate dreams. This is why marriage is so difficult. You are attempting to combine two dreams and make them harmonious. 


If I die zh will continue on without me and no one would miss me either because they have only experienced me as a few words on a blog. What is there to miss? One good emp and it is all gone. 



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HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Miffed Microbi… Sun, 03/04/2018 - 21:10 Permalink

I know.

You would have missed eating my homemade hollandaise. I even make it in a glass bowl now, because I can taste the metal when I use a stainless steel bowl. A little odd but I don't like the metal taste. Yes, I know, supposedly stainless steel doesn't give off any taste to ingredients. I disagree.

I am looking to go mobile in an RV so hope to be able to motor around and meet some of you! Miffed, you rock!

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Miffed Microbi… HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Sun, 03/04/2018 - 21:22 Permalink

I forgot to mention my husband and I took your personality test. He came out an INTJ ( rare type, the Architect) and I came out an ENFP. We had to laugh because it was exactly who we are and under his profile it said he would be happy with exactly an  ENFP. I guess the stars aligned at the right moment because it looked like his finding a compatible mate would be challenging. 



I make hollandaise sauce too with our raw eggs and butter. I curdled it on the stove so I now make it in the blender and it comes out smooth as silk:)


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HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Miffed Microbi… Sun, 03/04/2018 - 21:28 Permalink

Oh cool! Thanks for taking the test and the feedback! That is interesting so he is Introvert /Intuitive /Thinking/ Judging person and you are an Extrovert / Intuitive / Feeling / Prospecting person! So he is an Architect and you are a Campaigner! An Extrovert and an Introvert that work. Good news! An Introvert and Extrovert can be a good match!

Cool! So it sounds like you thought it was accurate, too. Very interesting. I do wish this test had been around 20 years ago. Better late than never. I thought it described me perfectly!

Awww the trick for hollandaise is to add in a little bit of water to the egg yolks. I keep ice water by the stove with lemon juice. I like stirring it. I use a glass baker on top of a small sauce pan with simmering water and move that pan on / off the burner as needed. I have been doing it so long I have a whole method and don't get as stressed out as I used to get, trying to make it. I have tried the blender method, too. If it works, that's good! I love eggs Benedict on Sunday morning. It makes me happy to stand over the stove and stir stuff.

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bigloser HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Mon, 03/05/2018 - 09:29 Permalink

I took that test about five years ago, maybe seven years ago. I am an ENTP, without a doubt. I'll argue any point of view, whether I agree with it or not, just because I can.

Causes me all manner of problems (especially on Facebook) because people try to pigeonhole me into one of their own falsely-created personality types and I'll have none of it.

A long time ago, I realized that we're born alone, we die alone, but, the most important part, we live most of our lives alone, in our own head, with our own perceptions.

Anyhow, that's how I am.

As far as this three-part essay is concerned, I thought it was mildly entertaining, but ultimately defeatist. There's a way to do things and then there's how High Desert and wife did it. They had little understanding of economy, which was probably a major contributor to their downfall.

I live partially off-grid owing to the weather and friends who won't let me do what I really want to do. I'm good for eight months, but when the cold comes, I bug out of my bug out (upstate NY). Next winter, I will rough it out, on a very small budget. Building the winter palace (shed) this summer.

I'm amazed that a man and woman can do anything together. Like W.C. Fields was said to have commented, "if you're looking for a woman, make sure she's an outdoors woman. She'll be able to survive when you kick her out."

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Pernicious Gol… HRH of Aquitaine 2.0 Mon, 03/05/2018 - 01:39 Permalink

Some 20 years ago all the MBA types I knew  were playing with some personality test like this. Those 16 had different names than these 16. They made me take it. I was a Businessman. ("Hide the bunnies and children!") That was supposed to be like an aggressive form of Conan the Barbarian. Some of those people stopped talking to me as a result of the silly test.

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chiaroscuro Miffed Microbi… Mon, 03/05/2018 - 08:49 Permalink

No doubt your close friends and family know you better than you are known here on ZH. But I would venture to say that the regulars here have a better sense of who you are and perhaps hold you more dear than most of your casual acquaintances in daily life. I’m an introvert myself and I find the ZH comments section far more engaging and meaningful than the idle chatter of some dull party or meeting. 

In donning the mask of anonymity you can remove the other masks you wear: your physical appearance, your social standing, your history and all the other layers and filters that people see you through in daily life. So it may be said that in anonymity you are more fully known. 

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Fed-up with be… Cognitive Dissonance Mon, 03/05/2018 - 02:54 Permalink

Hello, you put it all out there.   My wife and I had the same exact experiences:   we moved to a small mountain community, etc., and decided that a life away from the Silicon Valley was FOR US!

We bought a Genset, after discovering that snow makes Electrical Lines fall;  we bought a brand new Wood Burning stove (big bucks, with Gold Legs, for the Love of God);   we had a new well head put in with a hand bailer (so if we lost power and ran out of propane, at least we could get water up).  

We built an outdoor cooking setup, complete with cast iron placements, big cast iron boilers, and you name it, we had it.  We built a greenhouse.  Stored dried foodstuffs, bought from Mormons  (we are not members).

With all that done, I joined a local Band and KIND of got along but we were always seen as outsiders and when we announced we were leaving, I did not hear a word from anyone, even our "best friends."  THEY REMAIN, we left.


We left for many of the same reasons.  The big difference is that my wife WORE ME DOWN, but we never argued.  She simply has me figured out and she is truly a remarkable lady.

We now live on the road full time.  We bought a huge Diesel Pusher, sold ALL OF OUR SHIT, and I mean it (just "stuff") and we do not miss one bit of the high life.


We love traveling.  We are self-contained.  Solar powered, and ready for anything.  I am a marksman, so I know how to use a pistol, shotgun, rifle and so on.   I am also well-versed in hand-to-hand, as I am a Judo and Jujitsu expert. 


I can take a man down twice my size, and I am over 225 myself.   I know how to gouge out eyes, take out knees, and take-down anyone anywhere and I am STILL scared to death of being attacked in big cities.   We are here in Europe right now and are enjoying the relative calm.  BUT, seemingly, things are coming apart quite slowly, so we are also very keen to keep our eyes and minds alert.

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