(Shhhhhhh........ I'm getting ready to pull the PERFECT prank on Georgie-boy. Gonna be EPIC ! Don't say nuthin' yet........)
An old man lived outside of town who was considered to be the wisest around. People with any problems sought his advice, and it always turned out to be effective. There were a bunch of kids that hung ... View MoreAn old man lived outside of town who was considered to be the wisest around. People with any problems sought his advice, and it always turned out to be effective. There were a bunch of kids that hung around together, and they watched from close and afar how this guy helped everybody. They got together one day and decided they'd pull something on him to make him wrong for once so the rest would start thinking THEY were the smartest. They broke up, promising to think about everything and meet again the next day with ideas on how to pull it off. The next day, there were many plans, but no guaranteed outcome. One of the older boys swore he had it. He'd go out and catch a bird. He'd take it to the old guy and ask him what was in his hands. If he responded incorrectly, he'd open his hands and let it fly away, saying "no, it was a bird". If he guessed it was a bird, he'd simply say "correct", then ask him if the bird was dead or alive. If the old guy said it was dead, he'd open his hands and let it fly off. If he said it was alive, he'd crush it and drop it on the ground, saying "you were wrong". All the kids loved the idea, it was foolproof.
They captured a sparrow in short order. The older boy put it in his hands and sought out the older man, with the cadre of brats behind him. They'd get him for sure with this one. They found him in his rocker on his porch, sipping his applejack and talking to a squirrel. The older boy walked up, and said "Hey old man. You're so smart, what have I got in my hands?" The old man eyed the group closely, and focused on the boy's hands. He said "Son, that's a bird". Now, for the fete d'accompli. "Old man, is this bird dead or alive?" The old man thought and thought, then said in a gentle voice "That's entirely in your hands, son." Knowing they'd been beat, they released the bird and started back to town. They vowed there'd be a next time. After all, they knew more than that old fool that talked to squirrels and listened to the animals. What could an animal possibly teach anybody? Besides, everything that was old is made new and better now, ain't it?
Some will get it, some won't. Never give up trying to communicate on different levels. You never know who you might reach.
I'd just sat down and started sippin' when I saw him in the distance. He was hobbling again, but I never asked. After all, I'd been hobbling the past ten days after twisting my back severely. He never... View MoreI'd just sat down and started sippin' when I saw him in the distance. He was hobbling again, but I never asked. After all, I'd been hobbling the past ten days after twisting my back severely. He never asked me. I'd figured he knew the same things I did. When we age, things don't support stupidity like they used to. There's those of us that accept death as a part of life, and those who spend their final years trying to buy eternal life. I've always thought about quality versus quantity, but the best I've ever heard is "It's not about when you die, it's about how you lived". I asked George how the squirrels handled it all, and he surprised me. He said it was simple. They live every day like tomorrow's coming, just in case it does. No preconceptions, no prognostications. Better prepared than not. If you're wrong, your family benefits. If you're right, you're not a burden. He'd heard about humans who got caught up in the tests, appointments, and pill pushers. He found that unsuitable for their longevity and quality of life.
I explained that when I twisted my back, some run to the emergency room for pain pills and alleviation of something that's natural. I know it's simply God telling me to slow down until my body healed and the pain would relent. I consider it a learning experience, and proof that I can still be stupid. I take NO drugs of any kind. Vitamins, yes. Natural. I've seen far too many younger than I get on that charlatans drug train to make them die sooner, and they have. Seems like one leads to another, then another to stop side effects, then more and more until your gut bacteria is destroyed, which requires more pills, visits, and weight gain due to indigestion. Yes, I know death's coming, but not when. One thing I do know. I don't want to stretch it out enriching those who don't care about anything except making money off my misery. I also know they won't care about my family having to auction off my estate to pay for their exorbitant "final shot". The fruits of my life to pay for the greed of medical corporations. Not my idea of life.
As George hobbled off, and I groaned getting up, we both laughed. Yeah, we'd been stupid, but we're not ignorant. Tomorrow's another day !
I was sittin' around yesterday, mostly thinking. Yeah, never good, but in my defense, it was raining most of the day. I was trying to come up with the perfect analogy to reach at least one person by c... View MoreI was sittin' around yesterday, mostly thinking. Yeah, never good, but in my defense, it was raining most of the day. I was trying to come up with the perfect analogy to reach at least one person by comparing the circus in D.C. to the admission price we're being charged even if we don't attend. Yeah, there's a plethora of animals, not just donkeys and elephants. Hyenas, snakes, rats, wolves in sheep's clothing, ferrets, and mixed species. The ringmaster is mostly unknown, but a lot of us know who it is. The sideshows aren't funny, and the monkeys are just monkeys. The rides aren't fun, and the pickpockets rule their society. The howler monkeys are irritating, to be sure, but after awhile you get deaf enough to ignore them. There's charges for everything, including new ones by the minute. There's even an exit charge if they haven't already gotten all your money. We won't even talk about the clowns and their lack of humor. At least we understand why all the fencing and concertina wire now.
While I was thinking about an analogy with the circus, I got head smacked with the perfect one. Your neighborhood is about to go into a homeowners association ! You'll lose control of your freedoms to them, and "enjoy" the annual fees to capitulate to their mandates/dictates subject to their own "association courts". Fines and penalties abound, and you'll do what you're told or else. Yes, there's people who love being controlled with the possibility of controlling others to achieve power. The "boards" enjoy a community that complies with their personal definition of bliss and desires. That's not where it ends, though. These people are establishing their credentials for entry into the heavenly "condo association" heirarchy upon their retirement. THEN, there's not only dues, but fees, common area fees, upkeep fees, landscaping fees, ad nauseum. Personal freedoms must be surrendered before membership by ironclad contracts. The district judges live there, too. Now, they're joining forces with states to annex the rest of us into their madness without due process.
Megalomania abhors a vacuum. Our Founding Fathers knew this, and established documents to prevent it's happening here. It's time to uphold and defend those documents, or take your flag down because it's not approved. Your choice? Farm or Condo?
Of COURSE he came down yesterday for 5:00 ! The heat factor was well over 100* and he knows the applejack's chilled. After his gulping, he wanted to know why MSM and social media constantly repeat the... View MoreOf COURSE he came down yesterday for 5:00 ! The heat factor was well over 100* and he knows the applejack's chilled. After his gulping, he wanted to know why MSM and social media constantly repeat the same stories over and over, day after day, ad nauseam. I chuckled, and shared what I know until now. The difference is between education and indoctrination. Indoctrinated people need constant reaffirmation or they'll forget. Educated people are taught how to think for themselves. The indoctrinated are easier to distract and control while they frantically attempt to push their failed agenda. George asked what failed agenda, and I educated him on communism and socialism. I pointed out the demise of everywhere it's been implemented. He wanted to know why people buy into all that, knowing the eventuality of failure. That's when I informed him that they don't teach world history anymore. He asked me what it would take for everybody to want freedom. I contemplated the best analogy I could, and asked him if he REALLY wanted to know. He said yes.
I grabbed him by his scruff, and ran down to the corner of our property where there's a pond. I jumped in, and plunged his head underwater for quite a bit, then pulled him up. He sucked air, and I plunged him back in. I waited a bit longer this time, then hauled him up. He gulped air, and once again, down he went. I held him until he stopped blowing bubbles this time, then pulled him up. He was frenetic getting air. I walked him out, and we sat down while he recovered. He asked me what that was all about, he'd just asked a simple question. I told him to consider himself educated now. He was puzzled until I asked him how bad he wanted that third breath. He said more than anything in his life! I just grinned, and carried him to the porch where we had a couple of gulps. I told him that when he wanted freedom that bad, he'd do anything to get it. No, freedom isn't free, nor automatic. It takes diligence and work, not platitudes from milquetoasts. It's not for the weak.
As he started hobbling off, I asked him where he was going. He grinned, and said he was gonna talk to his scurry down at the pool. I think he got it !
Somewhere between 45-50yrs. of age, we begin to understand things on a different level. With every year after, the comprehension becomes exponential. Those of us "long in the tooth" aren't demented or... View MoreSomewhere between 45-50yrs. of age, we begin to understand things on a different level. With every year after, the comprehension becomes exponential. Those of us "long in the tooth" aren't demented or senile, we just know who/what we are. Our wisdom gained over the years by trying and failing has taught us everything we need to know. Our experience will not be swayed by the latest "theory" being perpetrated. Politicians of either stripe are irrelevant and impotent in our world. They can say what they wish, but we've created our own insular world that is impervious to them. We understand them. They're not up there for OUR benefit for the most part, only theirs. We know it's not the blowhards up there doing all of this, it's the staffers and handlers. We KNOW what their experience is based on, and it becomes more prevalent every day. That's their problem, not ours. We just rock on our porch, with that look of content on our faces while we enjoy the fruits of our labors. Sometimes, a tear escapes when we remember certain things.
Yes, I'm 72 counting time on the inside. Yes, I post a picture of my car, tractor, or George and people go nuts. Once, somebody commented that I needed to find a better picture when I posted mine. No problem. I don't live life for the approval of others. This is a diary of sorts for my son to refer to after I'm rewarded with my exit. Yes, we've created a community here that transcends most others today, and for that, I'm thankful. Your comments contribute to my son's future input, and he won't find much better. As long as we continue to stand for our morals and ethics, we'll be fine. Our peace will have to be surrendered by us, it cannot be taken. We've survived our mistakes and circumstances which gave us our strength, courage, and fortitude. Our compassion comes from our mistakes, which we've all made. No, we don't need to demonstrate or protest, we've already won. They're the ones still struggling for inner peace, which they'll never find at other's expense. Their loss, not ours. Unfortunate but true.
As they escalate their tactics of division, derision, and pure bovine scatology before the elections, sit back and realize they're only talking to their own hands. They're NOT talking to us. That's for sure !
An update on "the book". Since I type with my right index finger, that was out of the question. I ordered speech software, but it wouldn't recognize my southern accent, and I refuse to learn how to sp... View MoreAn update on "the book". Since I type with my right index finger, that was out of the question. I ordered speech software, but it wouldn't recognize my southern accent, and I refuse to learn how to speak to make a danged computer happy. SO, I ordered in ten spiral notebooks and a box of pens. I numbered the spirals. I searched online, and found out I needed to create an outline first to keep me on track. Fine. THAT took two weeks. I couldn't come up with even a working title, so I started going through all the pictures I inherited. Then, I realized I needed to redo my outline. After seeing all the bearskin rug pictures, I couldn't have people finding out I was a child pornstar. Then, I realized that I still owed Columbia Record House and they'd hunt me down. My "friends" from high school would squeal about the fake I.D. I used for parties. This was trimming that book to a pamphlet ! The $210.00 fine for 30' of tulips ripped out drag racing on Central Avenue would become common knowledge, and I couldn't have that.
Okay. Navy. Nope, too much classified info, and shipmate blackmail would come into question. Them boys are experts. I'm sure my division chief kept my liberty chit explaining my wife wanting to get pregnant and I wanted to be there. Then, there were the businesses I built up and sold. No, attorney gold mines. The ranch ? No, only broke even. Then becoming "boat people" while we home schooled our son while travelling. Too unbelievable. Building a log cabin in northwest Arkansas? Nahhh. I decided I'd pick up with when I moved here and started building up this property and met George. Yeah, he got wind of it and now his "agent" wants to schedule a meeting. Something about profiting on his image/story, and subsequent conversations. He actually wants rights to rewrite as desired ! That's also going to bring in the county Sheriff, ASPCA, FBI, SBI, National Guard, CIA, and State Troopers, who're all going to want donations. I'm 'bout ready to sell some numbered spirals and pens instead. Try and return that wonky software.
I'll possibly consider a work of fiction. Yeah, with that "Any similarities to actual events/people is purely coincidental". I just don't underestimate George. That rodent wants to get rich !
When a roadrunner takes on a rattlesnake, it's fascinating to watch. The roadrunner makes many trips to the nearest cactus where he picks up spiny debris. He runs it over and dumps it in front of the ... View MoreWhen a roadrunner takes on a rattlesnake, it's fascinating to watch. The roadrunner makes many trips to the nearest cactus where he picks up spiny debris. He runs it over and dumps it in front of the rattlesnake before the snake can strike him. Then, back to the cactus for more. This keeps up until the snake is surrounded with piles of debris. Then, the dance begins. The roadrunner feints in and out, egging the snake on to keep striking. Every time it does, it picks up cactus spines in it's neck until eventually it dies. Guinea hens simply surround the snake, and peck it to death when it's back is turned on them. We won't even talk about how long a body lasts in a hogpen. Ain't pretty, neither. Horses run, but if they can't, they use their hooves. Squirrels jump over black snakes in a tree until it tries to strike and falls out of the tree. Then, they pummel them with green spiny pinecones to finish the job. When a beagle comes up on a raccoon, it's razor sharp nails and teeth are extremely effective.
In search of the easiest victory, mankind has resorted to different weapons over the times since cavemen. It's been a far cry from spears to lasers. When we "evolved" from hunting for food for our families to wars and killing each other for whatever reason, we lost our ability to think rationally. When guns were outlawed in England, the new thing was knives. Then, they started confiscating knives. There are literally thousands of weapons available on our planet, and David knew it, too. So did Cain. Now, there's drugs. At some point, instead of knee-jerking, it's high time to address why. We all know morality cannot be legislated. Egocentrics perpetrate wars and seek ultimate power over peaceful people to concentrate power centers. Then, they've got to attack other power centers to prove their strength. This will continue until people realize they're being played. On THAT day, things will turn back around. The dregs of society become powerless in the face of intelligence. Wars will cease, and nations will start spending their own monies on their people to improve the human condition.
Animals still hunt. Animals protect themselves. Humans are the only existing species that are out of control. It seems to follow the age of the ones who govern things. Yet, the people watch these ancient politicians spew "gun control" while being surrounded by a plethora of armed security. Drug dealers are let out of jail to become abortion anarchists. The rule of law is falling to support their power grabs. Meanwhile, people try and do their best to help themselves and the unfortunate. There comes a time in events that require intervention, and it seems nigh. Be careful, my friends. Don't give them the weapons they'll utilize to destroy you. Whether you use the Guinea hen approach or the roadrunner approach, be ready to make your stand. The time is here, and requires your participation. You'll be involved, either way. They'll not have anything else. Pray like it depends on God, and act like it depends on you.
People are always asking me why I think things are afoot, and I'm usually quiet. I really don't think I'll be giving out any secrets here, just scratch the surface. Used to be, when you were out hunti... View MorePeople are always asking me why I think things are afoot, and I'm usually quiet. I really don't think I'll be giving out any secrets here, just scratch the surface. Used to be, when you were out hunting, and all of a sudden there was a deafening silence, YOU just became the hunted and it weren't no rabbit. Before last year, in the South, our nation's birthday was celebrated all day long. We don't buy that Chinese junk you've gotta wait 'til after dark, we made noise all day with our Daisy BB 'popguns'. We usually stick around our houses to make sure no amateurs burn down our houses with their stupidity. Starting last year, the "sounds of freedom" were severely limited. Then, everywhere you looked, there were signs that said "Due to the high costs of ammunition, there will be no more warning shots". Instead of grilling out, people spent money on things like flour, corn meal, canned meats, dry beans, rice, and the like. This year, EVERYBODY has a garden. Everything's different. Either people are canning more, or "Squash Wars" is about to debut !
Community women are starting canning circles, and teaching the younger generation. I only heard one gunshot last night. Neighbors are swapping specific vegetables in copious amounts. Fresh sweet corn is 4/$1.00 at markets, and if that's too expensive, just leave your car unlocked. It'll get filled with zucchini, corn, maters, green beans, and purple hull peas. These people aren't playing, and are banding together the way they learned growing up. People are stocking up generator fuel, and stabilizing it. Propane tanks are staying topped off. Fences/gates are getting locked again after repairs. Yeah, there's other things I won't discuss, but suffice to say you better watch your step. It would appear that old saying "City folk need country folk more than country folk need city folk" is becoming absolutely true. It's really about time city folk keep their laws there, and stop trying to impose them on us. They ain't gonna find anybody with enough salt to enforce 'em down here. Picture a trebuchet full of squash ! Watermelon catapults !
Yes, George is fine. I didn't go out because I perceived it to be too quiet, and know him and his scurry.
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