Bigfoot

Bigfoot is actually people, like you and I, only larger and smellier. They have hair not fur. Their bodies are actually covered in dreadlocks. They have really offensive body odor similar to many large fat people, only worse. Actually they may not be all that much smellier than regular people per se, its just that they are magnified in every aspect. Their feet are bigger they bodies are bigger, and so their stench is bigger. They often have algae growing in their dreadlocks.

They keep warm due to being so large. The matted hair doesn't really provide much insulation. They probably have excellent circulation also with many capilaries near the surface of their skin, especially in their feet, which are always bare.

Like I said they are people. They have a language they speak amongst themselves and very advanced brains like humans. One difference is that they are more in tune with their psychic abilities than most modern humans. That is how they stay hidden. Whenever they are spotted by humans it really freaks and stresses them out. They get emotional. They get really scared and send out really strong fear vibes that the humans that are looking at them pick up on and feel really scared too. This also makes them stink more because adrenaline causes a type of body odor. People that have been in combat are familiar with this smell.

They have very powerful auras and a very strong life force. They are stronger than humans in every way. They are stronger than any other animal in the forest also including grizzly bears.

Male Sasquatches can weigh over a thousand lbs. Vety few grizzlies get that large, the ones that do still shy away from them because Sasquatches match them in strengths and size but far surpass them in intelligence.

Sasquatches are people, but also animals. That is they have animal smarts. Humans, especially modern humans usually have really dim animal smarts. So in this regard Sasquatches are superior to humans in intelligence.

Things are looking kind of grim right now for Sasquatches. They live longer than humans (over a hundred years) but are very few in number. The sightings are actually the same few individuals being seen again and a again. In the last hundred years they have suffered massive habitat destruction.

They have a much healthier immune system than modern humans and also a much more powerful digestive system that allows them to eat more wild foods that modern humans would be unable to digest. They also hunt and eat deer and elk, and occasionally even live stock in remote areas, even roadkill.

If anyone is ever able to shoot and kill a bigfoot they will have a murder on their conscience. They are people.

However that is not likely to happen, as such a person stalking around the forest is unlikely to see one as they will be telegraphing themselves by putting out really negative vibes that the Sasquatches will pick up on.

Gentle nature loving hippy type people commonly see Sasquatch in the woods of the Pacific Northwest. Most people that see one don't tell anyone.

Fellow Vagabonds

Christopher McCandless

Leo Tolstoy

Henry David Thoreau

William Hazlitt

Vagabond

What I am

Civilization as we know it began with the advent of...Fru fru dogs?

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A phylogeographic analysis of gene sequences important in determining body size in dogs, recently published in BMC Biology, traces the appearance of small body size to the Neolithic Middle East. This finding strengthens the association of this event with the development of sedentary societies, and perhaps even has implications for the inception of human social inequality.

The important thing to remember...

There is no "necessary evil" You absolutely do not have to do evil to other human beings in order to get by.

Every Negative Institution in the World is perpetuated on the reverse of the above premise.

It goes like this: "In order for us and our loved ones to live a good and comfortable life, most of the people in the world need to continue to get the shaft."

They think of it as a "dirty little secret" that "all grown ups know." The Power elite and their shills/Flunkeys/Minions are basically not only elitist but Malthusian and ultimately fatalistic.

In many cases they are right. People are often naive. People often do derive pleasure from products they buy, unaware that those products have come to them by the agency of exploitation and human misery.

But really it is possible to lead a good life without preying on others. That is a very important thing to remember. I am trying to make it one of my core values.

More on the minds of elites

Just to bring some things into focus. I believe that "The Power Elite" "The Oligarchs" "Aristocracy" are basically genetic psychopaths with High IQ's. How they have shaped themselves into a specific sub population of the human race over the centuries, could perhaps be replicated in some type of twisted scientific experiment conducted among prison populations.

Most prisoners are idiots. Literally. The mean IQ in any given prison population is around 60.

If you were to somehow glean from all the worlds Prisons a group of (psychopathic)individuals with high IQ's and breed them to equally psychopathic, grasping, socially climbing women, you would have the basic building blocks of a population very similar to the Global Elite.

There is one more selection criteria you would have to subject them to however. You would have to set up a series of tournaments involving the game Risk

The losers would be eliminated from the gene pool, i.e. killed, and the winners would be given massive amounts of wealth and power.

You would arrive at a group of formidable inbred psychopaths, capable of highly sophisticated strategic thinking. They would in a sense be almost robotic in the cold calculating nature of their minds, they might even seem to some to be almost alien or reptilian in some way, so bereft they would be of normal human sentiments and warmth.

Psychopaths are narcissistically egocentric and live in a dead, mechanical quasi solipsistic Universe. I say quasi, here, because the most intelligent psychopaths have advanced "theories of mind" that take into account the minds and motives of other human beings. They are not autistic.

According to this research:
Political Ponerology

Psychopaths may all be slightly below average in intelligence. I am not sure if I agree with that or not. In anycase, I believe high level psychopaths may have a knack for manipulating people more intelligent than they such as scientists, researchers, intelligence analysts and people in Think Tanks.

My Dilemma

I am a broke idiot nobody. Ironically, I understand politics. Most people don't. Most people are apparently dumber than I am. How can there be any hope in the World?

Couple ideas(why the situation may not be as bleak as I think):

I am a big Picture Thinker. Many people are specialists, who may actually have a high level of proficiency/competency in their sphere of influence. They are able to be happy, and fulfilled in their work and fairly well compensated while remaining woefully ignorant as to how the world actually works.

Also Perhaps knowing a lot actually makes it harder for me to make decisions. That could be part of my problem.

But anyway here it goes a short summary on the way the world works:

The World is ruled by a global Cabal of Oligarchs who control the world, Feudal style, through the Banking System. This system has many institutional antecedents, basically this is the structure of all Empires past and present. Its just that the present one has undergone some modifications.

Basically its become more or less invisible. Its based in the West among Western nations who believe they are democracies. So that is why its invisible.

Its not a Democratic Empire, rather it functions while being totally insulated from the democratic process.

The masses turn on the T.V, and see Barrack Obama addressing the nation and say "Ah, Look, The democratically elected leader of the Free World." and then they flip the channel to "Jersey Shore" and return to their stupefied, fast food induced waking slumber.

The thing is Barrack Obama has absolutely no power. He is a hired hand. A spokesperson. That's all. Barrack Obama probably knows this. In the past there have been presidents such as Richard Nixon, who were serious Narcissistic head cases. They deluded themselves into thinking they had power, even though they really didn't. But all the most recent Presidents starting with Ronald Reagan understood the limited scope of their power.

All Power rests in the Banks, the Corporations and the Military, in (roughly) that order. The Most powerful organizations are not Public Institutions but private ones.

Centuries ago, there were all these Warring Barbarians, building Kingdoms and fighting each other. Every once in a while A group of Barbarians would really get their shit together and take over a huge piece of land. Then they would have an Empire. Everyone had to pay taxes to them. Everyone knew it was because they just got their asses kicked by the barbarians. It was no secret. The idea was the barbarians could have killed everyone in the land if they had wanted to. But instead they decided to let everyone live. So the agreement was to pay these guys so they will be happy and not kill you.

Eventually these Barbarians became known as Royalty. Over the years, some people got pissed off about society being ordered in this way. Why should a parasitic upper class get fat off the labor of hard working peasants? So there would be revolutions.

Fast Forward a bunch of years past the industrial revolution etc. and you have The United States of America, being an "experiment in Democracy" We supposedly don't have Royalty but only democratically elected representative government with all these "checks and balances" blah blah blah.

really, what happened is these same Barbarians are running the show now. They just quietly took over, over the course of a few decades.

In a way you have to hand it to them. They are smart. You see, its not easy being a Barbarian. At least at one time it wasn't. It was a hard life for many years, always fighting and murdering, raping and pillaging. But over the years they have become much more genteel.

They built all these machines basically that do most of their work for them. One such machine is called "The Corporation" another machine is called "The Nation State" These machines function in such a way as to siphon wealth and power, away from the Earth and from the Common people to themselves.

All while making it look as though something else entirely was happening instead.

A lot of these Motherfuckers are actually the direct descendants of the Same Barbarians that ruled Europe during the middle ages. A lot have researchers have made some very fanciful speculations about this, saying that they are really space Aliens or Lizards, or fallen angels.

I tend to think that either there is nothing special in particular about these peoples DNA or else all it is is that they are a special sub population of the human race that has begun to diverge and evolve differently than the rest of the human population.

I think basically what you have are some criminally minded people, that are more intelligent and sophisticated than most criminals. I think it is due to a type of selection. For example, Greyhounds are a breed of dog that has been artificially selected over many generations to run fast.

Aristocrats are a population that has been in the game of power and political intrigue for as many generations as greyhounds have been chasing electric rabbits, and more.

They started out as a bunch of bearded, beer swilling, animal fur wearing, sword wielding pirates, and are now a group of very refined, wine tasting, seemingly effete sophisticates.

But scratch a little below the surface and the old barbarian blood shows itself, freely. Especially when you take into account all the murders and assassinations that follow them around like the wake from one of their billion dollar Yachts.

You see if it were easy to be an Oligarch everyone would be doing it! There are scores of thugs, lined up for miles ready to take their place should they fall.

They have been at it for a long time. They know how to play the game. They play it at a very high level and they play for keeps. This is why we have nuclear weapons. That is an invention that springs straight from the barbarian mind. "If we had wanted to we could have killed everybody. But we decided out of the goodness of our hearts, to let you live. So now you must pay us tribute."

That, my friend is the how the world works.

Another Corbett that kicks ass!

Global Warming scam: "the greatest and most successful pseudoscientific fraud I have seen in my long life as a physicist"

Basically this goes to show that there are people out there with integrity. But really its rare to find people like that. Most people are able to be bought off, and that's basically whats has happened to the scientific community in regards to the Global Warming Scam.

Hal Lewis: "My resignation from the American Phsyical Society

This reminds me of the book of Job, where it appears that Satan is actually working for God in order to test people's integrity.

My impression of the whole fisaco is this:

First of all, Academia itself is too much about brain washing and creating intellectual conformity. The Humanities especially is prone to that. Take that aspect away and virtually nothing remains. So over the years lots of people with true intellectual curiosity an integrity have gone into the Sciences.

But there has been a long ongoing program there as well for the Science departments to be bought out by the US military Industrial Complex.

"Global Warming" was thought up in some think tank somewhere and the Oligarchs, Power Elite, what have you, decided to promote it as pat of their agenda and so they poured trillions of dollars in Grant money for Scientists to find "the right things" and most of these fucking assholes went right along with it. So there you have it. Fuck Al Gore.

The Highjacking of the Environmantal Movement by Ologarchy

More from the Corbett Report

Your movement has been usurped by the very same financial interests you thought you were fighting against.

You have suspected as much for years.

You watched at first with hope and excitement as your movement, your cause, your message began to spread, as it was taken up by the media and given attention, as conferences were organized and as the ideas you had struggled so long and hard to be heard were talked about nationally. Then internationally.

You watched with growing unease as the message was simplified. First it became a slogan. Then it became a brand. Soon it was nothing more than a label and it became attached to products. The ideas you had once fought for were now being sold back to you. For profit.

Interesting Facebook discussion regarding "Anarcho-Primitivism as a "descriptive Philosophy" rather than "prescriptive"

Btw, the do see the irony in creating a Facebook page!

I guess that's how I feel about it only I would go a little deeper. That is I feel like a Hunter Gatherer trapped in Technological mass society. I have always felt that way from a young age.

But as far as blowing everything up so that everyone is forced to wear animal skins and hunt with spears again, I soon developed differences with Derrick Jensen et al on that point, while exploring these ideas on my blog.

As far as alternative solutions I got turned on to the writings of Buckminster Fuller at some point, also, I actually do like a lot of things about the whole "Green blah blah blah" movement, "sustainable development" etc. even though a lot of it is phony and has been hijacked by Corporate Capitalist marketing departments. Also it doesn't address a lot of systemic problems. Evenso its hard to criticize people for at least making an effort

But I just keep coming back, to feeling like a hunter gather and wanting to return to the wild while living in (and struggling to get by in) this modern world.

Tendency to go to extremes

I am known among family and friends for periodically risking my life in dangerous adventures. Often, I am asked why I do these things. I never can quite put it into words. For one thing, I never plan to risk my life I just like spending time alone outdoors and then...things happen. A few days ago, as I found myself doing a class 4 climb down a mountain, alone, off the trail, with no map and no climbing equipment, no real idea where I was (other than the fact that I was in the Sawtooth range of the Olympic National Forsest a days climb away from the Staircase Ranger Station)I decided to do some soul searching. How and why do I get into these situations?

How it Started

So, I had this idea, of visiting a wilderness area in solitude and spending time in meditation, communing with nature and with the divine. I wanted to fast for a day or two while I was there, so I didn't bring much food, I just brought a change of clothes, my journal, some Art supplies and my sketchpad. I put everything in my Backpack and rolled my summer sleeping bag inside my bivvy sack and secured it to my back pack.

So far so good, right? I mean not everyone's cup of tee to sleep alone out in the woods with no food, but its is a fairly safe thing for an eccentric nature lover to do.

I had found out on the internet that the nearest wilderness to Olympia WA is the Skokomish Wilderness area, just North of lake Cushman. So I printed off the Mapquest directions and biked out there... 40 miles...and the Mapquest drections weren't really specific, in terms of getting to the Wildrness area, but just got me to the nearest town which was Hoodsport. I left at 3 pm.

OK...Maybe this is where I start to diverge from most people. Perhaps most people wouldn't just head off on a 40 mile bike trip without a clear idea where they were going, knowing it will get dark soon and that will be out in the middle of nowhere. Did I mention I was totally broke?

But to me this isn't really a problem, because I have a Gortex bivvy sack, I don't need a motel room. I just need a quiet out of the way place to camp. I call it stealth camping. And although, I had never been there before I knew there would be woods to sleep in along the way.

So yeah, it got dark, but not until I was almost all the way there and then I snuck into a park, that was already closed for the season, and laid out my bivvy and spent the night. So that went well.

Would most people do that? I dunno, probably not. Most people are afraid of the dark, too, though. I am not. Technically it was illegal, but I don't find it unethical, since I didn't disturb anything or leave any trash around.

So that went without a hitch. I hadn't started fasting yet, but my snack supply was running low, but I did have a couple cans of sardines left and two cans of Vienna sausages.

The next day I found a Park that bordered the wilderness area. This is where a little more research would have come in handy. The Staircase National Park, did border the wilderness area, but there were no trails leading to it, it was on the other side of, basically some mountains. The way to access the wilderness was from the other side along the Hamma Hamma River, not from Lake Cushman.

Once again, what would a "normal" person do? Get discouraged and peddle back home? Go 10-15 miles back into town and get more information, and then come back?

To me those were not options I considered. I decided that the simplest solution would be to enter the wilderness by climbing the mountains. The only problem was, I had no maps.

Another, dilemma I encountered though was that according to my research on the internet, it was free to hike and Camp in the Skokomish Wildrness and required no permit. But, here in the Staircase there were fees and registration was required.

I had only 3 bucks on me. I needed more to camp over night.

Once again what would a normal person do? I am really trying to figure this out. Maybe never go to a strange place overnight with only three bucks on you? So then they wouldn't have gotten to this point. If they had, what would they do? Turn around and go back?

These options didn't occur to me. I decided instead to simply avoid the Ranger! I figure if I don't tell him I'm here, or where I am going, I don't have to pay him. It would have been nice to get some more info, but then he would ask me for my trail pass and I wouldn't have it and then I would get a ticket.

So trying to look casual, I strolled past the Ranger station, without registering, and making a quick glance, I noticed a sign: Ranger Out on Patrol. So I figured great, he's not here. So I walked up and got some free maps, that turned out to be totally inadequate.

I think its a conspiracy really. My theory is that Rangers don't really want people going into the Wildrness, so that is why these free maps are so sucky. The free map just showed some easy trails, the kind old people and small kids could walk safely on. It gave me only a Vague idea how to get over the mountains to the Wilderness area.

So I headed up the trail. I encountered a nice couple picking mushrooms, probably, illegally, BTW. Lots of fun harmless activities are against the law in These Parks I have found. I asked them how to get to the Skokomish wilderness Area. They hadn't heard of it. I asked about the Horse tracks. They said they Ranger had just gone up the trail with a team of 5 horses in tow, carrying square metal boxes. They said it looked like he would be up there for a while. They gave me some mushrooms and wished me luck.

So, here was the plan, Continue on the trail to Flap Jack Lakes, if I hear horses coming down the trail, assume its the Ranger, jump off the trail and hide in the woods and let him pass by, then I won't see him for the rest of the trip and won't have to worry about getting a ticket.

So that's what I did. It happened exactly like that. You see, I do plan. I am able to create contingency plans for worst case scenarios. I was prepared and my plan worked.

I heard horses, I jumped of the trail into some thick brush and the Ranger never knew I was there and went on by with his six horses. I was only four feet away. The funny thing is the lead horse knew. It balked and wouldn't go down the trail. The Ranger just assumed it was being difficult and coaxed it along saying "Come on, Let's go. Down the trail...That's it...down the trail." He didn't seem like such a bad guy I thought. But still in a way he was the enemy. He had a gun and a badge and represented authority, and I am a rebel. I am like a wild animal. I like to sleep in the woods, I like to pick berries and mushrooms and don't see any reason to have to explain my actions or ask permission, or pay tribute to, some man in a Uniform, carrying a gun. If I'm not hurting anyone than why should I?

So just up the trail, I find an unmarked side trail, leading up the side of the mountains. Aha! This must be the way to the Wilderness and its unmarked because they don't want anyone going up here, unless they knew about it ahead of time, like serious mountaineering type people.

So I ran up the switchbacks putting as much distance between me and the Ranger as I could. There was a Forest Fire here in 1985 that killed a lot of big trees, so there were lots of big trees across the trial. Still, I was able to clamber over them and the trail was fairly easy to follow, it just cut back and forth up the side of a mountain, the name of which, as yet unknown to me. I found out later, it was Mt Lincoln.

The Trail finally disappeared and I had to scramble for several hours through a morass of thick brush and fallen logs, My clothes became soaked and wet from dew and covered with soot from the burned trees. It was then that it occured to me that my peaceful commune in the Wilderness was not going as planned.

I think what it is is that I just have too much energy. This mountain presented itself to me and I just needed to climb it and come Hell or High water (literally) I just had to get to the top. I hadn't planned it, but there it was and I had to do it.

I got passed the burn and the thick brush, and it was a wonderful view. There was not a cloud in the Sky and all I could see around me from Horizon to Horizon were endless mountain peaks, some snow covered, some not. Seemingly endless wilderness. It was starting to get dark, so I made camp in a forested plateu, under a big dead tree.

So the next day, I reached the summit and came down a little ways over the other side. I realized then with my clear view, that the ridge was shaped like a 'y' and I was at the tail end of the 'y' so going down the other side of the mountain would not get me into the wilderness area! The wilderness are was inside the top part of the 'y' so I would either have to walk a long the ridge or descend into a valley and climb another mountain to get to it. This, I did not want to do. First off the ridge would be nearly impossible to traverse in that way and after a day and a half of climbing I did not feel like climbing down into a valley just to climb back up again, plus I knew it would take a lot of energy and I had no food left.

So, I started climbing down the mountain making my own trail. Fortunately there were lots of berries to eat. That is another thing about being "oh so prepared" like everyone else seems to be. Being unprepared really teaches you survival skills. If I had brought a bunch of food, would I have learned that I can sustain myself for a day just on berries? Would I have discovered three varieties of edible berries? No, I wouldn't have. I would have eaten a couple noticed how many berries were around and made a mental note that "if I had to" I could just about survive on these for a day. Then I would have had my sandwich or whatever.

But as it turned out, these berries were delicious! They were the best berries I have ever eaten and I filled up on them and they gave me enough energy to climb down the mountain over the next day and a half.

Here is where things got hairy though.

Here is the problem with seeking spontaneous adventure and not preparing beforehand: Sometimes all you discover are things like "This route doesn't work." Its like reinventing the wheel only worse because its more like reinventing a failed prototype of the wheel. That's something that is not as fun to learn as things like what its like to sustain yourself on nothing but wild berries for a day.

So as I descended the mountain, I learned that I wasn't going down a good route. I got a little concerned when I began to see too much sky between the trees, implying that what was in front of them was not more trees going down a steady slope but rather a big drop off over a sheer rock face. I found a crack going through this area that was a steep climb but doable. Then I came to what looked like a dead end. Above me was a steep climb that would lead back up to the top of the mountain again, below me was what appeared to be a 60 foot drop.

I wondered if this were the end. I seriously wondered if this is where I would die. For some reason it didn't immediately occur to me that I could climb back up. So determined was I to go forward.

But then after a short while I shook myself out of this melancholy state. Though there was no way to climb down with my bulky pack, without the pack it looked doable. So with that, I threw it down 60 feet and climbed down.

I felt like I passed some type of threshold. I could feel it in my body. I changed just a little bit. The key is not to worry about things out of my control, but to instead focus on what I am capable of, what I can do physically. I could feel in my body how it was possible for me to climb down. I admit I sometimes spend too much time "in my head" but these rocks were solid; tangible. I seemed to know instinctively how to climb down. I could trust my body.

After I made it down, I picked up my pack. I had blown out a clip and my sleeping bag precariously hung from the remaining strap. So I repacked it. I found out later that I had blown several art markers to bits.

I soon came to a stream and decided to follow it off of the mountain, it was soggy going, but went will until the creek turned into a series of steep water falls. So for the rest of the day I basically did a class three climb down boulders along this waterfall for 10 hours until it got dark. Then I spent the night on a relatively flat area, the size of a queen sized bed right by the falls. I slept well.

The next day I climbed down more class three waterfalls for about 4 hours and until What I found out was called "slate Creek" emptied back into the boundaries of the Staircase Recreation area. Then I walked out to where I had stashed my Bike and peddled the 40 miles home.

Conclusion:

I can't tempt fate forever, However part of my wants to continue to challenge myself. What I should do is acknowledge that I have a tendency to want to do extreme sports and go on far flung adventures. I need to joing a mountaineering club or get with other like minded folks and PLAN some adventures, that will be safer yet more extreme.