Son of a bitch...building plans in my bug out area...

I've dealt with somewhat similar situations. People upset that their beautiful view is about to be a shopping mall and the stories about how they bought their house because of the trees (that are currently getting pushed over by a 345 excavator). I try to show sympathy, but it usually boils down to: Well, you should have bought the damned property if you liked it so much. :-D
 
I've dealt with somewhat similar situations. People upset that their beautiful view is about to be a shopping mall and the stories about how they bought their house because of the trees (that are currently getting pushed over by a 345 excavator). I try to show sympathy, but it usually boils down to: Well, you should have bought the damned property if you liked it so much. :-D

Probably the same way the people who lived there before felt about your neighborhood being built. Progress.
 
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I look at my slice of the ridge that we live on and think to myself that yes, it's ours. Meanwhile, somebody that I've never met before and hopefully never will one grim day might be thinking the exact same thing. The difference is that it's my name on the recorded deed, not his. Think about that. That's what a civil society seeks to preserve. Otherwise, you've got chaos.
 
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the state owns your land, you are renting and up-keeping it for free, pay your taxes you slave.

I look at my slice of the ridge that we live on and think to myself that yes, it's ours. Meanwhile, somebody that I've never met before and hopefully never will one grim day might be thinking the exact same thing. The difference is that it's my name on the recorded deed, not his. Think about that. That's what a civil society seeks to preserve. Otherwise, you've got chaos.
 
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Damn it Veer, not everyone is worth $100 million!

No, they're not. And life isn't entirely fair, either, especially not to those with limited resources in the first place who fail to see and seize opportunities when they present themselves.

Frankly, if you're in an area that has a real need for 1,700 more housing units, you might have been engaged on a fool's errand thinking that you could bug out locally. Go look for a nothing trailer site on an acre or two "flag" lot, well away from main roads, if you can't get what you really want without unrealistic sacrifices.
 
No, they're not. And life isn't entirely fair, either, especially not to those with limited resources in the first place who fail to see and seize opportunities when they present themselves.

Frankly, if you're in an area that has a real need for 1,700 more housing units, you might have been engaged on a fool's errand thinking that you could bug out locally. Go look for a nothing trailer site on an acre or two "flag" lot, well away from main roads, if you can't get what you really want without unrealistic sacrifices.

That’s the thing, there is no need. This is backcountry man, that became desireable to all those wanting to flee the cities!!!!! I’ve been here a bit, built our house a few years back in one of the only prominent neighborhoods in the area. There is 3. All the rest is forest and farmland. But all of a sudden some local politician desired more money and once the one of the old men died that owned one of the largest farms, they decided to open it up to a developer. Or, more than likely, the developer approached them with money and said I’ll pay you this much money if you allow me to takenover this land and build on it. Trust me, this isn’t some overrun area!
 
I've dealt with somewhat similar situations. People upset that their beautiful view is about to be a shopping mall and the stories about how they bought their house because of the trees (that are currently getting pushed over by a 345 excavator). I try to show sympathy, but it usually boils down to: Well, you should have bought the damned property if you liked it so much. :-D

Old man wouldn’t sell. It was an active farm. He died suddenly. His kids decided to sell and most did not know about the backroom deal. The developer must have been sitting on this area and waiting on the old man to pass. If I had known about it, I would have tried to buy it. Way out of my price range but there is enough pissed about it that we probably could have come up with the cash. This was all political BS deals which I am getting sick of.

This.

You should have made the old man an offer...

Read above.
 
My folks have a place that looks out onto hundreds of acres of farmland running along the front side of a ridge that have been permanently bequeathed to the state as part of a greenbelt program. No development in perpetuity, and the view will never substantially change.
 
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No shitter, no neighbors.
No wife either. We offered to rig my buddy’s cabin with running water for him, and he got super pissed. He said if there was running water and a flush toilette the next thing you know the women would want to come out and the whole thing would be fucked.
 
Damn it, so they just decided to build 1700 homes in the area I designated my big out zone if ever needed. Some old farmer sold out. Shit. That’s why I built my house here. Geez! Now I don’t know what I’m going to do.

Well, shit. Bug out/WSHTF Plan A got shot in the ass. shitshitshitshitshit.

Time to re-allocate thought, resources and energy to Plan B and move Plan C up a notch.

Adapt and overcome. Lick your wounds and move on.

You can do it.
 
No matter where you plan to bug out? A bunch of folks will have made the same decision and will think it's theirs. You gotta think outside the box while everyone else is thinking inside it. Your body can only carry a limited amount of weapons and ammo. Your Brain has unlimited ammo. It will be the difference in who survives. Thinking often is more powerful than shooting.
 
I am busting the locks on the bear , wolf, lion , gorilla cages at the zoo and setting up shop.

There's a great plan. A ready made wilderness and if the big scary things are running around nobody's going to be coming in to visit... or staying long....

Too bad I'm really far from any zoos, or I'd take that under advisement.
 
This is the family hotdog place, Jerrys and Toms, both sides of the family landed in this neighborhood in 1910-1912. Its changed hue a bit but I still get there every time I am back in Jersey, I still feel good in that neighborhood. Our family cemetery is 5 blocks away we have a good section of it. My grandfather used to take me to these two places all my childhood before he died. we would alternate,



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