Rugged Civil Defense Durabook Computer for Explosives Survival
If the Red Chinese go Kinetic, Add this Computer to your Supplies in Advance
Osborne 1 to the Durabook as Civil Defense Tools
My first personal computer was the Osborne 1. It cost $1,795 ($5,400 today) in 1983. It was powered from a wall socket, as it had no on-board battery, but is still classified as a portable computer due to the two floppy drives, one for the operating system and one for the software. At the time, it was the SpaceX Starship of computers.
At the time, believe it or not, it was considered quite a break through. I was able to load all 40 pounds of it onto a flight and travel to far away states, like Texas, California, North Dakota, and New Mexico, capture data, and return to The Beast in Washington, D.C. It was not as rugged as the GRiD, but it was pretty solid.
Every Emergency Operations Center (EOC) State Emergency Management Director I interviewed found the Osborne 1 remarkable. Having grown up in the era of massive mainframe computers on raised white floors, they were dumbfounded that I had a “portable” (this is before they evolved into personal computers, laptops, and tablets) computer.
I lugged the Osborne 1 when I audited EOCs and interviewed their State Emergency Management Directors. They had never seen an operating system on one disk and software on another disk that enabled me to type right into its memory to record my data and write my reports.
When I interviewed them, these EOC State Emergency Management Directors would often lie about using the tax payers money to prepare for nuclear war while and instead used it for other purposes, some hones, some not. If they were moral, some of them at least spent the funds on to natural disaster preparation. Texas and Florida were two I recall for being professional, honest, civil defense minded, and who actually spent the funds to ready citizens in their states for disasters.
This was not the first time I encountered this immorality, dishonesty, and malfeasance in government, but it was still difficult to stomach. Speaking of stomach, make sure you fill your stomach with healthy, nutritious, vegetables and fruit grown on your own land or from a local country food market.
Learning Honesty and Dishonesty Life Lessons in my 20’s
In my late 20’s it was hard for me to see such stealing and waste of American tax payers money, but I had seen something similar in my early 20’s. Not here, but I got fired from my first consulting job because I was writing baseline economic case studies to monitor how the tax payer money spent to “mitigate the economic dislocations” of the 1974-75 recession had on the American people…and I refused to lie as ordered by the president of the company.
When I went to Bisbee, Arizona to gather data about the economic impact of the closure of the Phelps Dodge Copper Mine as reflected in housing prices and wages, there was an anomaly. Unlike when I went to Dalton, Georgia (Carpet Capital of the World) to see that the collapse of the American car market in those years that, in turn, led to a severe decline in housing prices as labor moved on to where there were jobs and wages declined substantially with the decline in carpet due to the decline in American car sales, in Bisbee, AZ housing prices and wages increased.
When I asked the mayor why, he was cagy. But the Constitutional Sherriff was more honest and I already knew the reason when I asked the mayor.. He grabbed me from a meeting, loaded me into his cruiser, put on his lights and siren, and took me across the U.S./Mexican border (which actually existed then).
As we were flying across the desert at some ungodly speed, he yelled, “See that garbage.” I kid you not. I saw illegal aliens scramble behind tumbleweeds.
I was young so I answered, “Sir, they are humans and I would not refer to them as garbage.”
“NOT THOSE PEOPLE! LOOK AROUND!!! SEE ALL THE GARBAGE AND UNTREATED WATER!!! WE HAVE APPLIED FOR MULTIPLE GRANTS TO YOUR AGENCY BUT YOU KEEP IGNORING US.”
“Uh, Sir, I’m a contractor to the Economic Development Agency. I have nothing to do with funding anything.”
“Wait! I thought you said you were here for the Environmental Protection Agency!?”
“No, Sir. The EDA is not the EPA.”
“Great! So the Mexicans who never clean their water but let it flow over to the American side because they know we WILL clean it will continue to pollute our drinking wells, is that what you are saying?
“Sir, I don’t’ know. I don’t live here. I am just here to find out how the funding for your EOC is being used to protect the lives and property of Americans.”
“Well, you have no clue. The worthless piece of human flesh who runs that programs takes care of all his friends with that money.”
“OK. Thank you for that information. I do have a question for you. The mayor was cagy, but in the statistics I viewed, the housing prices increased and wages have increased despite the Phelps Dodge Copper Mine closing. I have never seen that anywhere else. It is a complete anomaly.”
“Well…hippies have moved into the houses the copper miners left behind. They are running drugs in from Mexico. And they make far more money than any copper miner ever made. I know because I arrest them.”
This sheriff would call me weekly when I returned to DC. Every time I told him I had no influence on anyone’s decisions about funding water projects in Bisbee, AZ, his response was, “That’s OK. I just need to tell the locals my contact in Washington is working on it.” Go figure.
To continue to receive federal EDA “economic dislocation assistance” the mayor kept lying to me about the housing prices and wages. But those statistics were easy to find, and I did.
But when I wrote the correct housing and wage statistics in my baseline economic case study, I was called in by my attractive young blond manager about my age and told I needed to “adjust” the numbers down and she gave me the “correct” numbers. She smiled and tossed her beautiful blond hair over her nech and shoulder and basically flirted with me and tried to get me to change my numbers. Still, I said it was dishonest and refused.
She was clear, “Look. We both know many recent graduates from the Ivies would like your position to get started on their career. You are from Penn, but I can contact recruiters at Penn or Princeton my alma mater or Harvard or anywhere and get a replacement for you. You need to go with the program and you will advance in your career here.”
I told her again it was dishonest and I would not do it.
She said, “Let me talk to Ira.” He was the CEO who ten minutes later invited me into his HUGE Washington, D.C. office suite at 20th and M Streets. He had his usual fake slimy smile he had on the one time I met him before in my interview and looked at me like I had two heads as I entered his palatial office.
“Virginia tells me you won’t change the numbers I told her to tell you to change. You’re young, so let me explain how this town works. It’s all a big game. Like any big game, there are winners and losers.
“We write baseline economic case studies for the Economic Development Administration because they can’t. They take our reports, send them up to the Hill where Congressman from districts all over the country depend on funds from the EDA.”
We give the EDA the numbers they want, they give the Congressman the answers they want, and then the EDA cuts us a check because we do the work they cannot do. Then I can pay you, understand? But we answer to them and we do what they need or their business goes to some other company.”
“So, your numbers are wrong and need to be corrected. And I want you to correct them. You’re a very bright guy. I saw your grades at Penn. Reflect that intelligence by just making this small adjustment in two numbers. Don’t you want to be a winner?”
I was shocked because I was raised by my parents, the nuns a Holy Angels Grade School and Archbishop Kennedy High School to always be truthful. I did not know that pathological liars were who advanced in Washington, D.C.
“I can’t do that. It would be lying if I did” I said to him again.
“Well, I have a meeting in ten minutes. Just change the numbers. Or have Virginia change them. She edits your work, right?”
“Yes, Sir. But I won’t be changing those numbers. I have no control over what she does, but I won’t change them.”
“We’ll see” he said, and then rose to leave.
I was fired that Friday.
I relay this story to help you wake up to the fact that the federal government censorship complex, as so recently proven in the globalist injection of deadly foreign substances into your body if you did get the original mRNA bioweapon or its spawn “boosters” does not care about you or want to preserve your life.
That is your job.
No one is coming to rescue you in a disaster, manmade or natural.
Plan accordingly, maybe by buying a computer that can survive explosives.
Back to the Main Story - Lessons from Auditing EOCs
Back in the early 1980s when I was travelling to EOCs all over the United States the primary questions I was seeking to get answers for, and that I asked the State EOC Directors, included:
How did you spend all that tax payer money that was supposed to be used for civil defense training, exercises, equipment, and personnel??
Can you show me your Emergency Operations Plan?
When was the last time you exercised your EOP, did you do an After Action Report (AAR) and, if so, can I see it?
As I interviewed these EOC State Directors, I saw another side of tax dollar waste, fraud, and abuse. It was a rigged system.
Politicians appointed loyal retired military with 20 years in to their double dipping job. Knowledge of civil defense strategy, equipment, training, technology, and a concern for American families were never considered in their selection for running American EOC’s in over 4,000 countries. Much like how many of our judges are chosen, instead, it was whether they were buddies with a politician.
Many Americans are under the illusion that Homeland Security or the Federal Emergency Management Agency will save them before, during, and after a disaster. Nothing could be father from the truth. These are the same people who think their local police exist to save and protect them from criminals.
As I learned auditing EOCs, you are on your own. Yes, these organizations exist to protect life and property, just not yours. They protect the lives and property of the elite who control them. Ask Donald Trump. He can confirm what I am saying here.
The Story Line Back on Track - Here is a Civil Defense Computer Built to Survive
As with the Osborne 1, every Blue Moon incremental innovation leads to innovation creep to innovation leap, as happens at SpaceX every minute of every day. The Durabook is an innovation leap computer. For details and to buy an American made ruggedized portable computer that can be used around explosives (yes, things with Red China may get spicy soon), visit: Durabook: Prepare for the Unexpected.
Yes, it is American made, but it’s parent company TWINHEAD is in Taiwan. I never buy tools, electronics, or any items from China as their quality control is a joke. My family was almost killed in a house fire because Black & Decker outsourced its electric lawn mower to Red China.
It caught fire in my garage and my house burned down because, like everything made in Red China, it was a dangerous and inferior product. In contrast, Taiwan has German engineering manufacturing quality control standards and you can count on their products, like the Durabook.
I will always buy products from Taiwan, be they hardware tools or computers.
10 Bonus Civil Defense Tips
As a reward for reading this entire Substack post, here are 10 American Tactical Civil Defense tips to help you and your family to counter the CCP/PLA plans to rule the world on my X BruceCurley2 account.
10 American Tactical Civil Defense tips to counter the Communist Chinese Party/People's Liberation Army's plans to rule the world.
1. Do not shop or do business with global corporations (Amazon, Walmart, Blackrock, Hollywood movie companies, etc.) that provide funding to the CCP/PLA.
2. Countermand the CCP/PLA unrestricted warfare. https://poetslife.substack.com/p/civil-defense-of-the-american-mind…
3. Support local farmers. https://poetslife.substack.com/p/famers-markets-solution-to-american…
4. Grow your own food by planting a Victory Garden. 5. Prepare your family for natural and manmade disasters. https://poetslife.substack.com/p/red-chinas-war-plans-and-the-need…
6. Support traditional American military values and restitution to the 80,000 forced to leave service due to the illegal, un-Constitutional, deadly mRNA assault https://poetslife.substack.com/p/memorial-day-is-heavy-for-mia-families…
7. Pray daily and obey God. https://poetslife.substack.com/p/the-voice-of-god…
8. Support Ivan Raiklin https://poetslife.substack.com/p/ivan-raiklin-saving-the-american…
9. Fix our broken DEI Woke military BEFORE Red China attacks Taiwan https://poetslife.substack.com/p/our-broken-military-can-be-fixed…
10. Don't buy Red Chinese drugs https://poetslife.substack.com/p/ccp-fentanyl-poisoning-and-dead-americans
I loved halfies! We would cut a pimple ball in half and use a broom handle to hit them at 15th and Haines street in West Oak Lane in Philadelphia. I also loved playing hide the belt, wall ball, step ball, Dodge ball any kind of ball.
We spent our nights and weekends out playing and in the sunshine. As me dear departed saint of a mother used to say, "It's a beautiful sunny day outside!!! Why don't you go outside and play." With 8 children I can understand why she said that to us.
Her only moment of peace was when she would read the Philadelphia Bulletin in the evening for half an hour and we were not allowed to disturb her when she did.
I did temp work for LIHEAP, and learned things that made me sick to my stomach as well. I want to speak on it, but can't, but very familiar with the "magic" that goes on.
As for my garden, it's a work in progress and is the first time I haven't killed everything. I'm just fighting what I thought was nature, but I digress.
I'm a 90 year old when it comes to anything tech related, and honestly think the world will be much more peaceful without it. I'm slightly social. 😄
You are indeed an interesting fellow. God Bless Sir. 🇺🇸💛🇺🇸