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I AM Liberty Podcast: The Real Face of the USA NEWS MEDIA w/ Mark Goodwin of Prepper Recon

A few great stats and considerations on not only the position and decline of the US news media but also the influence it still has. Also some radical comments from the president on his feelings towards alternative news!

Tom Locke: Surviving Today VIII

Every Thursday here at stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival

  • A last ditch effort of bits and shards

The next clang was that of Tom’s shackles falling to the cabin floor. Freedom! Though he knew nothing of his location but this tiny cabin, his three captures and those terrible shackles Tom was overwhelmed with hope. He felt the grated skin around his wrists from the weight and edge of the metal.

“Tom,” he approached Najair and offered his hand, “Thanks.”

“Please. Help me find something to bludgeon them with. If they return we must be ready.”

Tom searched around the dark cabin that contained very little. There were a couple of wooden chairs that could be broken up into weapons. Maybe even sharpened up if they could use the rough edges of the shackles. In the corner by the only door stood a tall wooden cabinet. Inside he found spider webs and an old pen. That pen felt like a machete in his hands.

He felt around on top of the cabinet, which was only a few feet tall. His hand ran through a thick layer of dust and then came in contact with something very familiar. The cool leather of his wallet and underneath that was a key ring of his own. The best thing was not that he had his driver’s license but that his micro mace was in his hands again. He could purify water and start a fire much easier with his EDC items attached to his key ring”.

“Najair, any luck over there?”

The tired man appeared from the darkness with what looked like an old fireplace tool. It was worn but it was metal and heavy enough to do the job. The job, however was not something Tom was looking forward to. Still, it was much more appealing than to die today or tomorrow, on camera.

“We are still on the mountain. Lets not be foolish and believe we can muscle our way down these hills. This is where they train Tom. Beyond this door you will see just what that means. In and out of consciousness I have learned much about this particular cell. Also that it is not the only one so well entrenched, funded and protected.”

“What do you mean protected? I survived a plane crash what seems like hours ago. My body is thrashed. Are we going to have to jump barbed wire fences or cement walls.”

“Your thinking of the wrong type of protection, Tom. These are not the archaic protections of stone and steel from centuries passed. I am talking about protections afforded by the political structure. The local government and even police have been paid to stay far away from here. My captures have told me ‘scream all you want. The police don’t come up here. If they do they’ll lose their job. ‘ This is much bigger than  you or I .”

“I’m ready.”

He moved for the door as Najair behind him wrapped a smaller length of chain he found around his knuckles. Their escape would have to be swift. He worried that the mountain towns below would be part of the coverup. His had went for the doorknob but stopped just shy as he heard approaching voices. These were not studded with accent. These were distinct and Northeastern in accent.

Quick Prepper Quiz: Which Our World survivor are you?

Take this quick quiz to determine which Our World: Recovered Journals survivor you are. There are so many routes we can take if that day ever comes. If the world sees a full on collapse and the systems we rely on are gone without a trace. What we say today could vastly differ from the person we become. This is just a fun quiz to find out where you stand!

Are you prepared for anything?
Will you a little bit of a criminal?
Or will you struggle to piece back humanity?

Which Our World Survivor Are You?

Prepper Fiction is Evolving and I Couldn’t be More Excited


            Are you ready? There is something about to happen to our genre. Prepper fiction is changing its opening up. Now that self publishing, with proper planning, has become a way for authors to truly express their ideas and make money along the way I believe things are going to change. When I say change I mean for the better.

This is not an article to poke at the traditional novel. I write them and enjoy reading them. Still, what better a genre to use to rethink how a story could be told. Why just paragraphs and numbered chapters. Why not graphic novels or new book layouts all together? This is both the question and the challenge I set before prepper authors all over the country.

Is there a genre more suited for this? Sci fi, dystopia, suspense, horror, and a touch of mystery if you wrap these up into one you might be able to some up this sub genre we have created. I am ready for its next steps.

On Thursday October 16th my new book Our World: Recovered Journals will be available at This is a shot in the aforementioned direction. This book is a fictitious case study compiled by a man name J. Singfire. It is a culmination of four journals, hand written, documenting a period in America known as the Dark Decades. (2019-2041) J. Singfire is the man challenging you to read through these journals and put together what happened to America in this time period.

The four writers have very distinct styles and are each in unique circumstances. Let me warn you though these writings were made to be authentic and the frustrations of survival create raw emotion and cursing within the entries. If you are not into that sort of thing I would suggest you shy away from this title.


Sharon Kimball is an IT professional living in Phoenix who comes face to face with a human trafficking ring.

Kurtis O’Leary, a father who lost so much in the early days of this time period and is struggling to keep Connor, his son, alive.

Gilbert Hernandez is a criminal, plain and simple. Bare knuckle fighting for food keeps him from mugging and hurting people.

Terrance Howard is the prepper. Deep inside a bunker with his family Terrance reflects on the days leading up to this terrifying time, that is, until a group of marauders gets a whiff of his location.


I sure hope you take advantage of this new title. Our World: Recovered Journals will take into the minds of these four individuals while piecing together what could have disrupted America to the point where desperation was the only thing left. Still, the challenge by Mr. Singfire is for you to read these journal entries and come to your own conclusions about the Dark Decades.


Book Trailer

Ebola and Romaticism

Enjoy this rare Thursday podcast from last week. If you didn’t hear it I think you will very much enjoy it. Thanks to the I AM Liberty faithful for making this podcast something more than me blabbering on. Also new book out in 8 Days!!!!

Title: Our World: Recovered Journals

Price: Hardback-8.99 Kindle-Cheaper

Page Count: 245

Synopsis: Written in the form of a case study the book is collection of Journals studied by a man name J. Singfire. His anthropological study is on a period of time in America known as the Dark Decades (2019-2041) in which the country all but disintegrated. There are four Journals belonging to a diverse group that lived through the early days of the aforementioned period.

Sharon Kimball is an IT professional living in Phoenix who comes face to face with a human trafficking ring. Kurtis O’Leary, a father who lost so much in the early days of this time period and is struggling to keep Connor, his son, alive. Gilbert Hernandez is a criminal, plain and simple. Fighting for food and money keeps him from mugging and hurting people. Terrance Howard is the prepper. Deep inside a bunker with his family Terrance reflects on the days leading up to this terrifying time, that is, until a group of marauders gets a whiff of his location.

Tom Locke: Surviving Today VII

Every Thursday here at stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival

  •  A little star’s light in the darkness and desperation

Moments from what could be the most violent and agonizing death Tom Locke writhed under the weight of a man. A Muslim man who had fallen off the enlightened path of this religion and had been twisted by extremism. Now, he was not only under the weight of such a maniac but under his blade as well. The idea of death, here, alone, on a mountain top didn’t sit well with him and of course he fought with all his might to move his neck off the blade. When the pain flashed across his mind and he felt the prick of the knife as the tip entered his neck he went crazy.

The hidden faced men backed away. The two standing behind the man wielding the knife began to laugh at Tom’s fear. The man who had done all the talking so far sheathed his knife in a holster in his belt loop.

“It’s not time for you infidel. Calm down. You have much too much life in you. You need a day to starve. Take some of that fight out of you. I am sure your wounded from the crash. You think you are an American hero don’t you? You think you can beat the bad guys. DON’T YOU!!!”

Tom winced as he felt the warm blood streaming down his neck. He couldn’t establish how deep the wound was because his hands were shackled.

Neck cutter bent down and moved so close to Tom that his breath broke on his ear. Although his last comment ended with a scream of anger his next was encased in a cool whisper.

“You won’t leave here. Enjoy this cabin, my voice and the sounds of nature at night. You will know nothing else. We are the heroes. Our day is coming.”

He turned and walked out the door. His two cronies followed him.

Tom let out a sigh of relief that sounded more like he was coming up for air out of a free dive. The world around him began to fuzz again around the edges of his of his vision. The concussion seemed to be whispering to him once more. Maybe the crash damaged his inner ear? Whatever it was the crash or the brush with near decapitation a rush of nausea came over him. The tiny bit of food he had in his system wound up on the ground in front of him.

“Are you gonna make it man? Hey, how deep did they cut you?”

It was the voice from the dark corner of the cabin. The man who had been silenced by the gun butt just moments ago.

“Im fine,” Tom replied, “just a little nauseous and scared.”

“Listen I dont know where your from or what your about but none of tha really matters. Something terrible is going to happen to our Country two nights from now. We have to get out of here and warn someone.”

Tom raised his shackled arms and stared at the floors where they were connected, “Yeah? Well I’ll start chewing now.”

In the dark corner the sound of heavy shackles hitting the floor started Tom. The clang of the links collapsing was eerie and so loud he though for sure it would bring the soldiers back in.

Then out of the darkness slid a small ring with two keys on it.

“I didnt take that rifle but to the head for nothing.”

A young man of Middle Eastern descent walked out of the shadows. He was thin and exhaustion pooled inside his eyes. There was an old bruise on his face and a fresh knot just above his right eye.

“Get yourself unlocked. We gotta hit them hard when they open that door next time and there is no telling how many of them there will be. My name is Najair. Yes I’m a Muslim but we can talk about that later. Unlock your shackles why I search for some weapons. for kids

I know. I know. Since it has those three letters after the dot I should shun this right? The government employs however many millions of Americans. No doubt its grossly corrupt and out of touch. Does that mean that every institution is worthless to the American people? Lets not be ridiculous. Some things are just run well. I like this site and I bet 9 out of 10 dismiss it because it is a .gov and anything .gov is baaaaaad! Remember what I told you about sweeping generalizations and how they wind up hurting you more than those you are generalizing. Anyhow, if you have kids show them this and stop crying about how they dont understand you.

Tom Locke: Surviving Today IV

Every Thursday here at stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival


His was a mind of mud, thick, like sludge sloshing back and forth in his brain. Before he opened his eyes his own body began to speak to him. Pain cried out from his leg. His lips were dry and cracked, dehydration. His neck was tight and sore as though it had been cricked in one position for a month. Most of all though his brain was lost. It was like a car traveling some dangerous cliff side road in a stifling fog. He wasn’t sure if perhaps he had been drugged or if the concussions and the blow from his captures hadn’t permanently knocked something loose.

As fuzzy as his mind so was his vision. He gathered himself slowly and sat up against the sturdiest thing in his vicinity. The world spun wildly. Almost simultaneously he felt the burning lump over his right eye and reached up to touch it. The weight and rattling of his chain startled him. His chain. One manacle tight around his right hand on a short, thick chain that was drilled into the wooden floor beneath him.

Tom Locke was now a prisoner. Before today he was a father, a business owner, a son and much more. Today had been very unfamiliar to him. He was a victim, a survivor, a prisoner. More than anything Tom had never spent more of his life in such imminent danger. A cadaver, that was the one thing he would not become.

He was also not alone. As he probed the dark room his eyes were drawn to the stray light of early morning coming through two windows that on either side of the structure. It was made of wood. This was some cabin in the woods. The hills of West Virginia home to a prison for scarf headed militants that were either posing as Jihadists, Islamists or ISIS henchmen. The only other explanation was that this was a group of wannabes trying to walk a similar path for Allah.


The figures around him were in the shadows. Shackled like them and he heard their rattling as they moaned a bit at his expression.

“Where are we? What is this?”

A voice came from the corner of the room. It was tired but audible.

“Keep your voice down. They will torture us if we are too loud. We are here for their pleasure whether that means using the women or beating and cutting the men. So please just keep it down. Our silence is the only peace we get.”

That familiar sensation of adrenaline pumped through his body again this time it was followed not by fear but by anger.

Tom spoke in a whisper, “Who are they?”

The worn voice from the darkness responded, “They are everything….everything we were warned about.”

At the far end of this old cabin in the West Virginian hills sat a door. The door. The pathway to their only vestige of freedom. At this point, however, that handle began to rattle and the beast on the other side was about to rear its ugly head.

Who Are We? A Call for Prepper Rebranding

What is our “brand” synonymous with? I mean if we had an emblem it would be a gas mask. How many of you have a damned gas mask? How many of the brilliant podcasters, article writers, business owners and other incredible folks in this community have a gas mask? If you do is it the focal point of what you do on a daily basis? Does it sit in the middle of your dining room table? So why have we allowed the media to hijack our brand like a bunch of ISIS pukes and turn all our hard work into a laughing stock?h Worse yet we have been leveled with domestic terrorists.

The truth behind the matter is that regardless of the PREPPER name our community is providing knowledge, skills, products and entertainment that the general public is hungry for. They are simply too afraid to be associated with our brand to delve into it. People are beginning to understand the threats in our world, our food system, and the frailties of our infrastructure. It is up to us to figure out how to welcome them into our community and make them feel right at home.

There are too many great resources attributed with the name to even consider changing it. Prepper Broadcasting is a 24/7 broadcaster of great hosts and information about self reliance, news, preparedness and even music, Prepper Website is the pen ultimate site for sheer knowledge on any the topics associated with prepping or homesteading or even great prepper fiction! ( American Preppers Network is the hub for much of the nations communication on the matter as well as great articles and some really fun webinars Than there is another great resource for the written and the spoken work of preppers along with breaking news and even a store full of great products.

So do we ask that these leaders in the preparedness game change the names of their successful websites to garner more attention from those hungry for what they offer? Hell no! Its time to rebrand the prepper name. Its time to take the control back from the media on who and what we are and what we stand for because I think there has been a serious revolution since Y2K and people need to know about it. They need to know we aren’t to be lumped in with the doomsday preppers of Nat Geo or whichever terrible shock value show is on at 8pm EST.

I copied these some questions from Rising Above the Noise. If you have made it this far in the article than I am sure this means something to you. I have made a few bold that I think are most important to our needs.


19 Questions That Every Rebrand Needs to Ask


Why are we doing a rebrand?


What problem are we attempting to solve?


Has there been a change in the competitive landscape that is impacting our growth potential?


Has our customer profile changed?


Are we pigeonholed as something that we (and our customers) have outgrown?


Does our brand tell the wrong (or outdated) story?


What do we want to convey? To whom?


Why should anyone care about our brand?


Have we isolated exactly who should care about our brand?


Have their needs, or the way they define them, changed?


Are we asking our customer to care more about our brand — and what it means — than we do?


Is our brand associated with something that is no longer meaningful?


Is our brand out of step with the current needs and desires of our customers?


Are we leading with our brand direction? Are we following with our brand direction?


Is the goal of this rebrand a stepping stone (evolutionary) or a milestone (revolutionary) ?


Will this solution work in 5, 10 and 15 years from now based on what we can anticipate?


Have we assigned some committee to manage the project versus someone (or at most, two people) who is/are focused, inspired and can lead?


If we were starting our business today, would this be the brand solution we would come up with?


Surely there are some out there who have no problem with what the PREPPER Moniker. I personally think that we are a community that is so full of knowledge that we are doing an injustice to the public by not finding ways to get that knowledge into their minds. Unfortunately the media has turned the PREPPER name into a runaway freight train…a burning runaway freight train. I propose that we move to change that.

We have some of the most brilliant minds doing business and spitting knowledge in the prepper community. We are more than able to change the premature label created by the media. If you feel like this is something you would like to pursue please feel free to contact me at I have some great connections in this community and believe that as a group we can change the perception of the PREPPER name, engage more people and get more of them prepared. Maybe we could even reap some benefits from this work we do as well?



Tom Locke: Surviving Today

Every Thursday here at stay tuned for another exciting chapter in Tom Locke’s story. Its not dystopian but, have mercy, its one man’s survival

  • A mountain top dusting of fragments and fire

Packed hot and full of angry delayed customers this flight was quickly becoming a horror story. An initial two-hour layover turned into a little over six. When door shut Tom Locke knew this cab was not the only thing that would be under vicious pressure.

Trapped between two other angry passengers he was just glad there was space for his carry on. He was nearly the last to board an already packed flight.

Somehow as the wind dug under the wings and the plane took to the air the cab quieted down. The angry talk the conversations of new friends or acquaintances built on a six-hour delay ceased. Tom thought it a bit eerie as though that same thought in his head was echoed in the other hundred plus passengers.

Every time that giant aircraft would lift off the run way it was magic. It would cause the world below it to shrink before turning its hull like some giant metal hawk. The idea that we were drawn exclusively by horse less than 200 years was hard to comprehend when speeding through the air nearly a mile up.

The plane began to ascend on their flight from Orlando to West Virginia. Tom Locke tilted his head back, closed his eyes and like a leashed dog was led around by his subconscious.

He dreamt of an old dish washing job he had in college. It was loud and busy. He was struggling to keep up. Aimee Keegan, this beautiful irish waitress with emeralds for eyes, was calling him to the laundry room but there was no time for that kind of fun in this dream. He was in a rush and had books to buy for next semester Still, her blazing red hair was on his mind and she called him.

“remain calm”

She beckoned him from the laundry room. One of the few doors that locked in the restaurant and a place that most the young college kids wound up when things got a little hot and heavy. It was a whisper at first but grew to shrill scream.


Her smooth skin like pearls spread across her blood and bone by god himself.

Tom Locke was rocked out of sleep by a howling passenger jet and a frantic voice over the speaker.

“everyone remain calm get your masks on!“

People were screaming and crying. He looked out the window and saw mountains. They were barely missing these mountains! The plane was going down fast. Before he could diagnose the problem or even come to grips with it…….


First the world went out from under him and shook more violently than anything he had experienced before. The the lights went out.

Tom woke up a few yards from what was left of the plane. He was dizzy and didn’t move for a few moments. The sky was doing magnificent things that he blamed on the concussion.

It was early fall but it was cold and the sun was on its way down.

Sitting up slowly he looked over the fiery wreckage. The plane was twisted much like an old beer can. Some of it was on fire and gave off a nice warmth as he worked his way to his feet. Stumbling he made his way around the hull to look for survivors.

Suddenly he realized without his EDC he would be helpless. He moved his hands quickly through his pockets to feel for his giant key ring. He kept it all on there. The weight of the situation lessened when he pulled out the large golden key ring lined with various unassuming items. This was his EDC or every-day-carry. This could be his life depending on how long he would have to wait for help.

There wasn’t much noise as he circled the craft, shouting.

“Anybody else out here?!?”

He would spend the next 10 minutes searching the wreckage until he began to lose his balance. He decided tonight to curl up under a large piece of the hull. There were less dead here than anywhere else. To keep his mind off the situation and the spinning world that was threatening his consciousness he pulled out his key ring again to do a little inventory.

Item #1 a small solid metal whistle………

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