Just what are you trying to pull? Huh?

People have been asking me lately what my goals are for “The Bubba Effect.”

Contrary to popular “opinion,” my objective isn’t just to hurl obscenities at big government, and the incompetents that are trying to wrest more and more of our liberties away from us.

And, I’m not trying to save the trees, or the whales, or the wolf. As much as I admire them, I have my hands full just trying to save my own family.

Anyone who spends more than a minute reading this “collection of trivia and arcane knowledge” will be able to determine that I’m no “treehugger.” I don’t have anything against them, I just have my own way of looking at things, and it doesn’t include a lot of the radical environmental agenda.

I grew up a child of the sixties and seventies, traveling from rock to rock, the product of military “minds.” The only thing the children of that gyration took away from it was the ability to become a target just about anywhere (due to our parents “occupations”), and a rather impressive knowledge of trivia and geography.

We learned how to “speak in tongues,” and we learned how to fight, to protect ourselves and those we were responsible for.

We saw life the way everyone else lives it, in so many different forms and fashions that at one point or another in our lives, we had to ask ourselves who WE were. I remember, early in my youth being told that we were moving back to America. When my father asked us if we had any questions, I remember asking him what language they spoke there.

As a young adult returning from one war or another, I took refuge in Northern California, surrounded by Moonies, Hari Krishna’s, Treehuggers, and the “Whale Lovers.” The Moonies patrolled their compounds with automatic weapons. (I know this for a fact, because we “liberated” a few of them, after we got threatened one too many times. And their owners didn’t fare too well, either.) The Treehuggers spiked trees and they actually killed some loggers. The “Whale Lovers” rammed any vessel they could float into whaling ships, crazily endangering countless lives, including their own.  And the Krishna’s… ah those adorable Krishna’s… well, they drove us crazy with their loud music, and seemingly endless chanting…

Ahhh, I miss those days! And all of these groups, in their own right, were grimly “determined.”

And, because I was young (and already “blooded” and battle-scarred), I wanted to change the world, too. However,  I was determined to find a different path, one where I could make a difference, hopefully in a way that was less aggressive and violent. Hey,  I HATE getting banged up as much as the next guy!

Now, after years of walking through the fire, I’m 50 years old, and wondering where all the time went! My legacy is my children, and my hopes that they will have lives that exceed ours, in love, and passion, and joy. And that’s a heavy mantle of responsibility to carry, for any man…

It’s a daunting responsibility we all find ourselves facing…

Jules Verne already predicted that one day man would be capable of destroying everything or saving everything. And any fool can see that exhaustion of our fossil energy resources and the climatic imbalance that’s been created due to using them are forcing us to give our whole way of life a serious rethinking.

Add to that a failing economy and a country led by people who can no longer identify with their constituents… and you have a real powder keg on your hands…

Although it seems like a paradox, these grim situations actually provide an opportunity for our civilization. Using technology and our knowledge to improve our energy efficiency and promote renewable energies will lead us to the path toward a lasting world, one that will support our kids.

In my own way, I too want to demonstrate that we can change, that we can “adapt and modify,” that “graspable” solutions exist and that it really isn’t too late, despite what people like Al Gore might try to tell you. Future generations are looking to us; our choices will mark the future of humanity. And, I owe it to my children to try and help them inherit something more than the monumental debt created by Washington D.C.

So, I’ll preach building “affordable housing,” recycling materials, and re-using everything I can get my hands on, to insure that my family has a roof over it’s head, and food on the table. I’ll show you how I’m building photovoltaic arrays to power the house using the sun, and I’ll teach you to build solar panels to heat your water and warm your radiant concrete floors.  I’ll demonstrate how to dig a well, and use a photovoltaic panel and an electric pump to move the water. I’ll even show you how to pump that water to a primary tank, and then pipe it through a turbine that will produce even more power, as that water makes it’s way to a smaller tank on it’s way to your house and the kitchen sink. In fact, I’ll even show you how to move water through that (cold) tank, water that can be piped into your floor systems, to help COOL your home, in the summertime…

I’ll enlist people to help you learn to grow just about everything you’ll ever want to eat, using substrates that don’t include weeds, and less water than you thought possible.

We’ll build greenhouses out of PVC Pipe hoops and plastic. We’ll even grow edible fish in 55 gallon barrels.

Hell, if it come to it, I’ll even teach you how to field dress and butcher animals, so that you can eat what you kill…

And along the way, I’ll teach you how to protect what you have, and insure that all that hard work is a benefit to you and yours, and not to some miscreants who want to take it from you.

At the end of the day, we’ll know that we made our own lives better, and lifted a little bit of that burden off of civilization.

And we’ll know that if it really get bad, we’ll have a much better chance of insuring our families survival. In the end, dysfunctional or not, family is all you have…

May God Bless Yours…

The Management

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