I mentioned yesterday in another post, that I'd share part of my EB&G Module. There are multiple pages, appendices, math, and explanations of the physics behind EB&G. More than I can share here in a single post. So here is the Introduction and a small example of the content there. I've also included a link at the bottom to the full Instructional Guide. INTRODUCTION — READ THIS BEFORE YOU TOUCH A SINGLE GROUND This guide isn’t about checkboxes, compliance, or the watered-down version of grounding most of this trade grew up with. This is the real thing — the physics, the math, and the Brotherhood-level discipline behind Equipotential Bonding & Grounding (EB&G) and Equipotential Zones (EPZs). Most linemen were taught what to do, not why it works. And when you don’t know the why, you end up relying on habit, luck, or whatever the old-timer before you believed. That’s not good enough anymore. Not in a trade where one wrong assumption can kill you faster than you can blink. This instructional guide gives you the truth — the science underneath the clamps, the equations underneath the current flow, and the principles underneath the Brotherhood’s approach to keeping each other alive. If you understand this guide, you’re not just following grounding procedures… you’re engineering survival with every bond you make. https://www.skool.com/lineman-bullshit/classroom/11154309?md=2f1d6fe97ad64aa887632ac8b3f2879e

I've added some new material over the last few days, including some EB&G and Confined Space. It was locked while I was adding content, but should be open now. Take a look and tell me what you think, if y'all would. This platform and everything we're trying to build relies on YOUR participation. Speak up, interact, introduce yourself! You're opinion and perspective matters!!! We only fix what's broken by having REAL, HONEST, DIFFICULT conversations. I appreciate each and everyone of you!!! Little update there's more than 300 of us now, and from all parts of the world!!! ~Kevin

First off — thank you. Every single one of you who stepped in here with me just took a leap most people talk about but never make. You showed up. You raised your hand. You said, “Yeah, I’m in. Let’s build something that actually matters.” We're a week into this thing. The First 250 are here; it's been incredible. This place? It’s a work in progress. Still rough around the edges. Still finding its footing. Just like everyone of us did when we first stepped into this trade, but that’s the beauty of it — we’re building it together, in real time, with real conversations and real truth. Several of the modules are filled, and I'm adding more content and programs as we grow. I can't say enough about how grateful I am for all of you. I don’t take it lightly. You could be anywhere else, listening to the same polished corporate noise we’ve all heard for years — but instead, you’re here helping build something raw, honest, and for the boots, not the optics. So settle in. Speak up. Contribute. Call bullshit when you see it. This is your community as much as mine. Welcome to Lineman Bull$hit Skool — where truth lives, we learn from each other, and we rise together. ~Kevin

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Thanksgiving hits different in this trade. While the rest of the world is carving turkeys, passing plates, and taking family photos in warm kitchens… there are linemen staring down a storm front, pulling on boots in the dark, or dropping their fork because the phone lit up with the name we didn't want to see today and we hear the words: “We need you.” And we go. Not because it’s convenient. Not because it’s easy. But because that’s what it means to wear these hooks, this harness, this identity that’s stitched into our skin deeper than any tattoo. This trade has always demanded a little more of us—more time, more distance, more sacrifice than anybody outside truly understands. Thanksgiving is just one more place where the cost shows up on the table: empty chairs, cold plates, kids who don’t know if Dad or Mom is going to make it home before bedtime, spouses who smile through it but carry the weight alone. But here’s the thing, and it’s the truth only boots understand: We’re grateful for this life, even when it hurts. Grateful for the Brotherhood that stands with us on poles, in buckets, in ditches, on storm-soaked rights-of-way where nobody sees the work but everybody depends on it. Grateful for the ones who’ve kept us alive with a shout, a hand on the belt, a “hey brother, hold up.” Grateful for the mentors who taught us the difference between danger and stupidity, between pride and precision, between noise and real leadership. Grateful for the families who hold the line at home so we can hold the line out there. Grateful for the men and women who built this industry before we ever touched a wrench. Grateful for the ones we’ve lost — whose names we carry into every job briefing, every climb, every storm. So this Thanksgiving, here’s my message to every lineman, apprentice, groundman, operator, safety hand, engineer, and everyone out in the mud making power happen: Thank you. For the sacrifices. For the service. For the unseen hours. For the grit that keeps this country running when the lights go out and the weather turns mean.