C. Wayne Lammers

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I consider myself a homesteader and I find out a little more every day just what that means. Mostly it means a lot of love for the land and that equates to a lot of work. It is never done: it will never be done. My day begins at five AM by making a pot of fresh perked coffee and taking the first cup out to the front yard to watch the world come alive (after feeding my cats on the porch).

There seems to be a magic in the Ozarks, especially at this Autumn time of the year. The leaves almost seem on fire with a cacaphony of color and no matter what problems I'm dealing with, they seem to make a pettiness of anything outside of nature, reminding me constantly there is truly a time for all things in this world. A time to be born and a time to die. Sometimes, with the beauty of the Fall, I can believe that dying is the grandest time of all. Mother Nature seems to be at her very best just before her long sleep and the cold of winter whispers promises of a new birth, an awakening, a new beginning that will surely come with the first green shoots of Spring.

I love this country and all it stands for, however, I believe we are leaving the Fall and approaching a hard, cold Winter. There is something of a dichotomy in my thinking: The dreamer in me still wants to believe in Princesses in Castles and Knights in Shining Armor and a world where people treat their fellow man the way they would like to be treated. But, on the other hand, I am a realist. I see the hurt, pain, blood and injustice in the world. I understand where we came from and I understand where we are going, and I don't like what I see.

My small community is a far cry from any city. People you don't even know speak to you on the street and ask how you are. And they sincerely want to know. They will help anyone in any way they can. I went to a benefit last Saturday for a lady with no insurance who had an aneurysm removed from her brain. She didn't have much of a chance but she made it fine. There were over five hundred people there and there aren't that many people in town.

But I am still a SURVIVOR at heart and work every day preparing for the hard times that are surely coming in the near future. I have written that a survivor is just a homesteader . . . . with an attitude. I will get out of bed at 2 O'clock in the morning and help any human, or animal, in any way I can. But if someone comes at night to cause harm to me or my family or to steal what I have worked for, then, without a moment's hesitation, I will leave their bullet-riddled carcass laying where I discovered them! And rightly so.

After two major heart attacks at the end of June of this year, and receiving a new mitral valve and two bypasses, I am in early retirement. I believe that I am still alive when I should have died because there is something I am supposed to do that I haven't done yet. I think there comes a time in your life when you want to do something to make this world a little better than you found it. That is the reason for my writing.

I don't necessarily want to tell someone else how to think, but I certainly want to cause him or her to think for themselves. We, as a nation, are so used to reflecting the opinions of our friends, our church, our news commentator and our political party that most of us never really stop and think about what is happening. We just take for granted that the world will continue to turn around and the sun will come up in the morning and everything will be all right. But we live in a world that is so precariously balanced on a thin knife-edge that we are vulnerable from a thousand different sources of devastation.

Six months ago I could buy emergency food supplies from companies all over the country and they would ship the same day. Now there is a full one year waiting list. That tells me something. I am not the only one who believes we are in serious trouble. And you can believe that any time the United States sneezes (economically speaking) the rest of the world gets Pneumonia!

So I not only worry about these things, I try my best every day to prepare to take care of my family and my friends in any emergency situation that I hope and pray never comes. The down side risk is that I will just live a comfortable life with plenty of everything I need. If I am right . . . . then I have at least a fighting chance to see it through and hopefully help to rebuild what is left of this country after TDTSHTF.

In the meantime I will continue to write. I wrote movies for years until I could no longer stand to write garbage. I now write songs and music as well as other screen plays, stage plays, songs and music and am currently writing a novel titled "The Line," and a how-to book titled "Survival Homesteading - The Manual." I mostly like to write about things I feel strongly about.

When Jules Vern wrote "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea," it was a work of fiction, but less than a hundred years later we recognize it as Prophecy. He dealt with technological innovation rivaled only by our present world, but the real theme was about a main protagonist pushed over the line by social injustice.

Social evolution doesn't always follow a straight path as, at first glance, advances in technology appear to. The fall of Rome was followed by the 'Dark Ages' in which man, in the so-called civilized world, reverted back to a more simplistic (some would say backward) lifestyle, and his modern socioeconomic and political structures were all but forgotten in his struggle to survive until the awakening of the Renaissance.

Somewhere, in every man, is an arbitrary line that, when crossed, will obliterate the morals, thinking and conditioning of a lifetime and turn that person, or society, into instant practitioners of rage: INDIGNANT RAGE so strong that, even though individual battles may not be predictable, none can deny the final outcome. We live in such a time, in such a place, in such a world. We are only one step away from 'the line.'

In all inner city communities a jungle atmosphere has been in existence for at least twenty years, smoldering just below the surface, a festering boil awaiting the lance that will release an unstoppable and irreversibly unbearable putrescence that will foul the peaceful existence of virtually every man, indeed, every nation on the face of the earth.

Listen to the warning!

The time to prepare is at hand!

"GIVE US BARABBAS!" A MUST READ for Patriots and Christians. Click here!

"You can fool some of the people . . ." My view of the impeachment trial. Click here!

"Do You Believe In Miracles?" -- A personal account. Click here!

"Wake Up America!" -- Article. Click here!

"One Man, One Woman" -- One of my little poems. Click here!

"The Seasons Of Our Lives" -- A writing. Click here!

"The Magical Christmas Tree" -- One of my Christmas poems. Click here!

"A Christmas Wish" -- Another one of my early Christmas poems. Click here!

"The Cuckoo Elfin Glockenclocken" -- Xmas poem for all ages. Click here!

"My Christmas Secret" -- Christmas gift for a special friend. Click here!

You may find other stories and articles I've written on the pages of The Patriot Newspaper and Gridlock and Load. I highly recommend them both. I'll be adding stories to this page on a regular basis.

And check out the following websites maintained by my colleagues:

"'Da Mighty Meekster!" by James Gordon Meek

"Cynthia's Little Corner of The Web," by Cynthia Lewis Reed.

"Jack 'Da Bear's Laugh Lockers," by Jack Hebenstreit.

"The Old Reprobate's Rest Home," by The Old Reprobate.

"Bull Agnew's Vietnamese Bar and Bordello," by Cyrus "Bull" Agnew.

If you share my interests, or if you'd just like to comment, please feel free to send email.

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