What a weekend. Scouted out local dumpster spots after work and found some steel. Made connections with the construction guys about to demo a local gun store. Made some yard sale connections for reselling furniture. Argued with the wife, fell into a roaring campfire, and burnt my hand. Turned the office into a hookah lounge and made up with the wifoid. Got 350 bucks from the state for nothing. No called no showed from work cause fuck em. Grilled out and had grilled chicken and steak for dinner. And to tie it all off, I got free ducklings with more on the way.
Typical raccoon weekend.

Straight runners.

all the bitches coming out in full force this last week, imma be about that other kinda dumpster diving knowwhatimsayin'?

"Hurr doctor mengela turbo nazi was sick and twisted! Thank God the good guys won."
(The fucking good guys ripping organs out of conscious and semi-conscious people.)

Nah it’s all good, broh. At least we’re not speaking German.

Gracias a Dios no hablamos alemán

Are you happy now biz?
Racist bigots!

I hope this channel is teaching yall to thrive and survive catabolic collapse and, most importantly is how to have fun while doing it. You want a black pilled channel? There is 10 for every 1 that isn't, so have some fun and create a little chaos while we still have lights that turn on when we hit the switch.

Sometimes I have to put my truck in neutral to start it. Truly the shit box is gods gift to broke MFs who need to repel car theives.

This song captures the essence of so many people I know. Appalachia is a place of darkness and light. Mostly fatalism. Mostly broken men trying in a world of dying light to hold onto the inheritance of their forefathers. It is a harsh land for hard people.

"Were all gonna die anyways? Why not one last hit before you go?You might as well shoot back at the cops."

It's probably the darkest lyrics I've ever heard.
The singer blew his head off.
https://youtu.be/YQMq8FU9TmA

>when the wife helps round up the chickens back into the coop.

Fatalism is a blessing and curse. It keeps us fighting, but at what cost? We inherent whole green mountain tops, valley, and range, but we must keep it clean and pure. Lest we turn into the deep south with mullatto grandkids and walmarts. Fight back. Steal. Find each other. Keep the culture alive and take the good from what we want. We ain't the only ones holding onto the last vestiges of white America. We are just the most stubborn. Fight.

From Ramps, to gensing, to muscadines, Appalachia Rebel signing out. Go find our people. Go help each other.

Mountain melancholy is what it’s called, and it claims many of us.
I hadn’t ever heard this, so I appreciate it!

The jew fears the Samurai.