Under The Bridge

The Roper Report

Written by Selco, a Yugoslavian Civil War survivor, this account describes what many people may experience during and after Civil War II. Psychological preparation for the inevitable is a crucial aspect of being a balkanization prepper. This is one of the aspects we stress in The ShieldWall Network.

“After maybe 6 months of horrible violence in the city, and life without enough food, water, electricity… after months of shelling, shooting, screaming and crying and simply after months of collecting wood for fire, plugging holes in my (what’s left of) roof, I “stumbled” upon on piece of normal life.

Through some contacts of mine, I managed to meet some guys from some kind of international force.

I need to mention here, in the war time there were all kind of strangers in the city, going in and out, through smugglers routes or with rare international convoys.

Some of them were UN…

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Three Action Items For ShieldWall Network Affiliates

 1. Please RSVP telling me what you will be bringing for a snack to share to the March 18th meeting:
2. Use the three flyers attached to create one page flyers with less text and using the ShieldWall Network symbol:
3. Register on ThePuritySpiral.com and let me know so I can invite you onto the private ShieldWall Network forum there that we’ve made just for us.
Thanks! -Billy

Be Prepared

by Frank Mitchell

The best tip for any survival situation is “Be Prepared” (duh!).

Know what to do to stay OUT of survival situations.  Possess the skills and carry the tools to deal with survival situations.

Once you are in a survival situation, your survival will depend on your preparedness level, both physical and mental.

Understand that survival starts with attitude – the will to live and adaptability in solving problems. Knowledge, skills and tools help, but the best skill is the ability to control your reactions and think clearly. Survival depends on thinking clearly, planning and executing under panic, stress and uncertainty.

When you discover yourself in a survival situation, your first reaction will be to panic. It’s part of the primordial fight or flight response. Understand this and deal with it.

To help you deal with panic, the U.S. Army Survival Manual uses the word survival as a memory device to get the important principles firmly in your thinking:

S – Size Up The Situation (Your condition, tools, surroundings)
U – Use All Your Senses, Undue Haste Makes Waste
R -Remember Where You Are
V – Vanquish Fear and Panic
I – Improvise
V – Value Living
A – Act Like the Natives
L – Live by your Wits, But for Now, Learn Basic Skills
You may not be able to “vanquish fear,” but that’s okay. Panic, on the other hand, is not okay, so vanquish that at least.

To “value living” seems a given, but many people in survival situations get discouraged and lose the will to live. There are ways to regain it. They include talking about the future, if you are with others, and imagining the people you love that are waiting for you

The following outdoor safety tips are common sense, but many survival situations occur and are made worse because someone overlooked one of these.

Tell someone where you are going and when you will return

Carry plenty of water

Don’t hike alone. Stay together.

Stay on trails

Know the names of the area and trail

Carry a trail map

Wear appropriate clothing and sturdy footwear

Know Your Limitations

Know Your Limitations  – yes I repeated it.  Hiking with a buddy is a big help in this regard.

Be weather wise.

Learn Basic First Aid

Dial 9-1-1. Or try texting someone who can call 9-1-1.

If you get lost, stay calm and stay put. If you are lost, remember the acronym S.T.O.P. Sit -Think – Observe – Plan.

SIT: When you realize that you are lost take the time to sit down and collect your thoughts. You are not lost, you are right where you are, your camp, vehicle and everyone else is lost.

THINK: What do you have at your disposal both physical and mental that can help you in this situation? Take an inventory of your survival kit items and how you will use them. Take an inventory of your mind, remember what you always thought you would do if you got lost. Most of all remain positive, you will survive.

OBSERVE: Look around, is there shelter, water, high ground, an open area so searchers can see you? It will be easier for those searching to find you if you can stay in one selected location that will allow you to build a fire, provide shelter, set out signals and be in an area that can be seen at a distance or from an airplane .

PLAN: Now create your plan of action. Be positive and take care of yourself. If it is late in the day build a fire for heat and signaling, find or make a shelter against the weather, and most of all remain positive you can survive. You have conquered the major danger of not allowing panic to cast your fate you can now conquer anything else that confronts you.

In your backpack, your car or your bug out bag, you need 12 Essential Systems
1) Navigation (map, compass, GPS)
2) Sun Protection (hat, sunscreen)
3) Insulation (extra clothing)
4) Illumination (flashlight, headlamp)
5) First aid supplies
6) Fire (matches or lighter)
7) Repair Kit & tools (including knife)
8) Nutrition (extra food)
9) Hydration (extra water or water purification)
10) Emergency shelter (trash bag)
11) Signaling (whistle, cell phone, PLB)
12) Personal (glasses, prescriptions)

I’m a former Boy Scout, so I also believe in ‘Being Prepared’. The ShieldWall Network is about being prepared now, for what is likely to come. Preparation isn’t just for your car or your bug-out bag, it’s for your body, your mind, and your web of friends and associates, with their own skills, assets, and access to resources for mutual aid and assistance, as well. Come and combine your strengths with ours, in The Shield Wall.

An Outspoken Woman

By Billy Roper

I sat reading my military history book quietly, thinking about the impact of the battle of Tours on Western Europe and minding my own business, when a lady walked in who made my day. No, this isn’t that kind of story. I was in a doctor’s office waiting room, doing just that while my wife and the kiddo were finding out how serious his persistent cough was and what modern medicine could do about it, and she was pushing eighty.

She plopped down next to me and picked up two news magazines on the small table between us, both displaying President Trump on the cover. That triggered her.

“You know the news media is all so biased against him, it’s a wonder anybody knows anything any more”, she declared. When I smiled and nodded, saying, “Yes, ma’am, they’re all liberals, aren’t they?”, that was all the encouragement she needed. She cut loose.

“I just love it here, do you know why?” (No, ma’am.)

“Well, let me tell you, I moved here from Atlanta. Have you ever been to Atlanta?” she asked. She looked over the room, judging the people there. Then she went on.

“Yes, ma’am, I have. I guess you felt kind of outnumbered there, huh?” I answered. She was fair complexioned with graying blonde hair and blue eyes. She nodded and grinned, winking at me. A finger wagged my way.

“You know when I called the realtor here after I found a little house on four and a half acres that I could afford on Zillow, I asked them, you know, if this place was MULTICULTURAL.” I grinned back, shaking my head. “They’re really not supposed to say that, you know, but the girl kind of paused and then said “Not really”. I knew this was the place for me.”

This was amazing. I told her that was why a lot of people moved here, from both the north and the south, just to be among their own kind. All people naturally wanted to be among their own kind, we both agreed. We had the attention of everyone in the waiting room, by now. Her name was Dorothy. Dorothy did not speak softly.

“My granddaughter is in her twenties. She served a year in Afghanistan in the Army. She came back telling me that the war is not about what we think it’s about, it’s about oil. I told her that there might be a revolution in this country. She said, “Good, we need one!”. She says that she wishes that she could go back in time with me to when I was a girl and we had our own schools, our own water fountains and bathrooms, before…”

(Another lady two rows of chairs away, facing her): “Well, I don’t know about a revolution, more like another civil war, and I can tell you what side I’m gonna be on!”

I noticed that the three other men in the room were staring down at their gun magazines and newspapers grinning like possums, just enjoying hearing it. A couple of other women nodded along. In the corner a County Sheriff’s Deputy sat watching over his shackled female prisoner. He was paying close attention, but didn’t seem to be in disagreement.

Those paid protesters, they’re just Communists and minorities all trying to destroy America!” she exclaimed. Nobody countered this assertion. The deputy caught my eye, and nodded, then looked back down.

Well, if those Black Lives Matter folks come here, I’ll run over them. Then I’ll back up just to see what I hit. Whomp, whomp,!” Dorothy imitated the sound of a human speed bump being flattened. The other lady laughed out loud, and the deputy just shook his head, still smiling down at his lap.

One of the men spoke up, a gentleman in his fifties: “There ain’t enough of’em around here to do nothin’. What, one in the Wal-Mart, one at that health food store?  You can count’em on one hand in the County!”

Dorothy was unconvinced. “Maybe so, but if they think we’re soft, like a bunch of sheep, and weak, when stuff happens, they might come. When they do, I’ll be ready.” She then proceeded to describe in detail the guns that she had and how often she shot them and what she planned to do when the time came, her and everybody on her road. They’d talked about it.                                                  

     “I didn’t ever call myself racist, not until this last election, but I reckon I am, now. THEY want to rule over US. THEY want to outnumber US. It’s all a bunch of gimmee, gimmee, gimmee!”

The younger brunette lady across from Dorothy spoke up again. “Me, too, I always voted Democrat until this time, but I just couldn’t. Why, I’d never even heard of that Soros before, but I just couldn’t.”

“I don’t hate nobody,” the baseball capped gentleman added, “but I believe in taking care of my own, and letting others take care of theirs.” Everybody nodded their agreement at that, and he went back to his paper.

It was my turn to help out a bit. “Yes, Sir. But they don’t take care of their own, and they won’t leave us alone. The Mexicans want the whole southwest of the country for their own…”

     Dorothy took back over. I let her. “And they’re doing it, too, just like the…the BLACKS are doing in Atlanta. Taking over!” A third of the room had moved to the Ozarks from the deep south. Another third had moved down from northern cities. They weren’t about to argue with her. Then she threw long.

“The way I see it, we’re gonna HAVE to fight, as much as I don’t want it. Us, or our kids and grandkids,” she added.

“By then it might be too late, if we wait that long,” I piled on for good measure, to add to the psychological effect pulling the others along in compliance. They chewed on that.

“I know it. ‘Cause by then, THEY’LL be the majority, and we’ll be done for, unless we just each take a part of the country and go our separate ways,” she went full balkanizer on me. There it was.

I nodded, weighing in my mind how much more the room could take, how much further to push it, what to add, were they ready for the Jewish Question…I didn’t think so, but they were silently in assent that multiracialism had failed, and the sad, inevitable conclusion about to unfold might include civil war and the breakup of America.

Usually I’m the one gently leading people along, helping them say more and more politically incorrect things. I’m the radical flank effect. Me, remember? Not some courageous lady older than my mom. Yeah. She was hard to keep up with. In fact, I’d have had to start sieg-heiling and goose-stepping around right there in the doctor’s office to right wing virtue signal past her.

Even now, I can’t remember how many red pills she plopped out as the whole room listened, spellbound. She had sat her grandson down and told him not wear those pants saggin’, that’s what blacks did in prison to let each other know they were ready and willing to take a man, did he want to take a man that way? One hit after another, I can’t remember them all. They were soaking it up. Heck, so was I. It felt good to be in the damn audience for a change, and feel the waves of it rolling around me. So, this is what it’s like, Well, I’ll be. Huh. It’s been a while.

I kept hoping fervently that my wife would finish up with the doctor and come back out so she could witness this. She’d think I just made it up, I feared. She didn’t. Miss Dorothy got called back to see the nurse before my wife and the kiddo came out. I tried to do her justice in describing the episode, but I felt like I hadn’t done a convincing job explaining the experience. Then, an hour later, we were walking out of the Wal-Mart with the kiddo’s prescription in hand as Dorothy was walking in. We stopped and I introduced her to my family, and there in the center of the Wally World parking lot she vented some more about how rap music is just a drumbeat away from hopping around a fire in a loincloth and all of the Mexicans need to go back whether they were born here or not. Oh, and the Muslims, we had enough problems with the blacks and the Mexicans without letting in those murdering Muslims.

Now, I introduced myself to her by name, and I didn’t see any flicker of recognition in her eyes like I sometimes do when people have heard of me. There was neither the fear that the hand they had just shaken might still have Zyklon B stains on it, nor the awe of being confronted with a small-time celebrity. I’m reasonably confident that she didn’t know me from Adam. So, she wasn’t performing for my benefit. We got the real deal. So did everyone in the doctor’s office, and I’d hazard a guess, so do many of the people whom she encounters.

I’m going to recruit her for The ShieldWall Network.

Her strength of personality, her bold character, and her forthrightness were captivating, not just to me, but obviously to the entire room. It doesn’t matter whether some of them didn’t agree and stayed silent to avoid an argument. If they did, it was nice to be on that side of things, for a change. It doesn’t matter if any of them were red-pilled much, or how deeply the encouragement to be more open and politically incorrect seeped. If they were hostile to White interests, they shut up. And really, that’s all we need them to do, is shut up and get out of our way. They followed the bandwagon effect, because it cuts both ways. I’ve done it. Dorothy did it. You can do it, too.

I’ve written for years about the courage of the little black girl in the pink dress who marched down the street in Selma while White adults cursed at her, compared to the average White man of today who’d rather die than be called a racist. If that offends you, compare your level of testicular fortitude instead to the old White lady I met in the doctor’s office yesterday morning. If, like me, you feel driven to do more for our people because of her example, then Dorothy and I will be content that we did our jobs for the day.

How to spot a liar.

When recruiting potential prospective members for The ShieldWall Network, it’s important that we be able to tell when someone is misrepresenting themselves. Here are a  few pointers on how to spot a liar.

by Derek Paulson

Just about everyone you know tells lies. Detecting liars is often the work of the FBI, and they frequently look to facial expressions, body language, and verbal indicators as signals, or “tells,” that someone is lying.

There are many facial expressions and associated reactions that could indicate someone is lying to you. Some are caused by nervousness, some by chemical reactions, and others by physical reactions.

It’s best to observe someone for a while as you make small talk or ask innocuous questions, to see what his usual reactions are.

To start, it’s important to understand how the person in question normally acts.

It’s best to observe someone for a while as you make small talk or ask innocuous questions, to see what his usual reactions are, including tics he may have. Then if he exhibits several lying indicators when you ask more pointed or suggestive questions, and these are not ones he previously performed, you can be confident that he’s likely lying.

Eyes darting back and forth is a physiological reaction to the subject feeling uncomfortable or trapped by your questions that he doesn’t want to answer. It’s a throwback to when people had to seek an escape route when they feared they were in a dangerous situation, such as facing a human or animal adversary.

Rapid blinking is also a tell. A person will ordinarily blink about five or six times a minute, or once every 10 or 12 seconds.

When stressed — for instance, when someone knows he’s lying — he may blink five or six times in rapid succession.
Exceptions to the usual blink rate mostly revolve around production of dopamine in the body. For example, a person with Parkinson’s disease will have a noticeably slower blink rate than what is usual, while a person with schizophrenia will blink more rapidly than normal.

The eyes have it. When a person closes his eyes for a second or two, this may indicate he’s lied to you, since this is a type of defense mechanism. Normally, a person will blink at a speed of 100 to 400 milliseconds, or 0.10 to 0.40 of a second.

Looking up to the right is suspect. When you ask a normal, right-handed person about something he’s supposed to have seen, if he looks upward and to his left, he’s truly accessing his memory of the incident. If he looks upward and to his right, he’s accessing his imagination, and he’s inventing an answer. Left-handed people will usually have just the opposite reactions, and some people will stare straight ahead when trying to recall a visual memory.

Note that different sensations follow the same pattern. If you ask about what a person heard, his eyes will shift toward his left ear to recollect the sound he heard, but if his eyes shift toward his right, he’s about to lie.

The subject’s eyes will shift downward and to his left if he’s going to tell you his memory of a smell or touch or sensation, such as a cold draft or a terrible odor. But his eyes will shift down and to his right if he’s going to lie.

Check also for head shaking. Often when people tell the truth they will nod their heads simultaneously in agreement with what they’re saying. But if they shake their heads in disagreement with what they’ve said, their bodies are betraying their lie.

If you look closely enough, the truth is written on everyone’s face.

March Arkansas ShieldWall Meeting Potluck Signup

We will be having a potluck luncheon at the Arkansas ShieldWall Meeting on March 18th. Foods brought should be pre-cooked or finger foods, such as snacks or appetizers, that don’t have to be warmed up.

Please let me know at roper_billy@yahoo.com what kind of appetizer or snack you can bring. We also will need people to bring paper plates, cups, ice, disposable silverware, trash bags, and napkins.

Thanks for signing up to bring something!

Joining The ShieldWall

A large part of what The ShieldWall Network is designed for is establishing a communications web and organizational nexus for cooperation and mutual support, as well as direct aid and assistance, both now and in the future. To that end, we can learn much from the broader Prepper community about how to organize and expand our group based not only on their models, but on their experience, as well.

When we speak of seeking out people with specific skill sets, for example, we don’t mean merely doctors and lawyers, but as this article explains, military veterans, doctors and nurses, and farmers.

I’d also add to that list mechanics, electricians, plumbers, carpenters, and engineers, but begin to think of yourself in terms of what you bring to the table, or rather, to the ShieldWall. What assets, connections, training, skills, or resources do you have to offer to the organization as a whole?

Another piece discussing the formation of a group rightly states that at the foundation of the organization must be cohesion, a common goal, and the path to take to reach those goals must be relatively the same.

That’s why The ShieldWall Network won’t accept liberals, leftists, or multiculturalists. Our goal is not to reach out to them, but to our own people, those who largely already think as we do. We don’t have to be ideological clones or think in lockstep, but this isn’t a debating club. If you’re not comfortable around people who, like our Founding Fathers, wish to secure a future for our progeny, rather than the progeny of the rest of the world, then you’ll just be frustrated and disappointed by The ShieldWall Network.

There are hundreds of websites and articles on Prepping, and dozens about forming or finding a Prepper group, all over the internet. Obviously, what makes The ShieldWall Network unique is that we work to help you contact and befriend real life people NOW, before a crisis scenario, and we make sure that those people share your own principles, traits, and values. Our goal isn’t just to survive. Our mission is to triumph, not just over adversity, but over diversity, as well.

The last thing that any of us would want in a SHTF, survivalist situation, is to find out that the people beside us have completely different goals and visions for the future than we do. The ShieldWall Network is far superior to any non-ideological, politically neutral prepping group, for that reason alone. With us, you will know that everyone around you is united in our desire to secure the existence of our people, and a future for White children. And knowing that, is half the battle.