I’ve for the most part been offline for weeks now, I’d like to say it’s because I’m so busy planting and milking goats etc to do much of anything but that’s only half the case. Sure, there is about a ten minute window between the time the last of the chickens get locked up in the barn and the dog and cat fed and the time my eyes involuntarily shut, and 7 1/2 hours later stumbling for the coffee pot, but most of the online inactivity comes from just being tired of it all.
The “news” is ridiculous. See Kunstler for deeper analysis of all things popular and trivial. The Big League Cryptogon type stuff is enough to really pucker the asshole when you see all those dots as points on a straight line leading to a true hell on earth. The “leaders” are flat out selling the slave class down the river – talking about food stamp cuts on page 2 and a new half trillion (when all the hidden costs are factored in) dollar weapon system buried in an bill touted as an austerity measure. The pigs have outlawed public review of their behavior and it’s effectively against the law to tell them “no” regardless of how vile, violent and repugnant their behavior is. Got High Justice(s) backing them up, too. And on a closer to home and more personal note, I can’t go pick up a truckload of scrap metal from the tornado that pulverized an 8 block wide swath of destruction from one end of Joplin to the other because it’s been designated a Disaster Area which means nobody gets to do anything unless they are a gov’t approved entity that has slipped the equivalent of a suitcase fulla cash to the appropriate authority figures (read: non-corporate entity need not apply).
We are so done as a people. Or shall I say “they” are so done, because I simply do not identify with my fellow man anymore. I know some pretty likable people but I’m aware of just how much of their lifestyle I have to ignore to keep the meet pleasant. They might say I’m not very sociable because I don’t hold up an end of a conversation – there are only a couple of topics I care to talk about and they aren’t very high on the popularity scale. Food is a good one unless it’s recipe swapping where 90% of the ingredients came from the grocery store. Guns are another, but you run the risk of exciting the ammo and camo crowd. And fuckin’ nobody milks goats, so I’ll just go away now… There’s no need to be nasty but I gotta just smile and extract before some revolutionary drivel comes out of my mouth. Who the hell in the “real world” reads Jensen?
However, I see signs that things are getting ready to become a bit more vicious – on both ends of the spectrum. Hackers are getting pretty damn good at exploiting industry mainframes, and to date the infiltrations have looked sorta silly unless you see it as probing and recon. All the terrist scaremongering may be TPTB getting a bit puckery – their information is a lot better than mine and it could be explained as a last ditch effort to clamp down before the gloves of the underground come off for real. There be war in heaven, friends, and I sure hope I got what it takes to duck and cover.
Sore back, sore feet, shoulder is blown but the finger tip I sheared 3/4 of the way off seems to be gluing itself on okay – enough to fill out a glove at the end of the day anyway. 7 hours until graylight and another 16 1/2 hours of old fashioned peasant style toil ahead. Save money, live better – avoid WalMart.
G’night
comrade simba 
June 6, 2011 at 8:27 pm |
Comrade,
Good to hear your surviving Mother nature. We been keepin’ our heads down out West. The rain is still coming down, so life has been centered around Milk, Mud and Manure, so I assume the same thing is happening at your place. It used to be that I figured it was better to be pissed off than pissed on, but it does surely seem the two are inseparable anymore. I’ve had to up my cancer treatment to the next level and that was expected, but I got the bill today and sure enough while that doctor had my pants pulled down they managed to slip me some of that austerity they seem so proud of in Europe. All of a sudden having to eat an extra sheep this year and seeing most of the chicks turn out to be roosters does not seem so bad. Soon enough it will be better to eat them than to sell them.
Had a couple of experiential learners this winter and for a couple of weeks help it worked out pretty well. I did get to see where a full time doomer would take a real special match up. Part of our deal was room and board. I didn’t know people could be so into bacon and sausage. The garden has a lot more potatoes in it this year, and anyone who gets the all you can eat deal has to know out front that the menu is my choice. The good news for me is that there are a lot of good hard working young folk out there looking for the right match in a world that might not see hourly wages ever again. New learning curve to figure out how to do the match-up.
You’re correct that it is a time to be careful with your speech and be real critical in your listening. I do notice that some of the government minions are occasionally using their convictions to aid people who badly need some assistance, and hinder some of those intent on rape pillage and plunder. Seems a shame that righting a wrong is so often greased with the blood of the innocent. Somehow I do have hope for things to improve in the long run. Too bad it’s gonna take so much of that red grease.
I had visions of getting a really nice BCS walk behind tiller this year and even thought about the bailer attachment so I could do some of my own hay, but I think I’m too far behind the curve to make that work. I did manage to try half the garden with a shovel and a peasant hoe and the other half with a roto-tiller. Old and frail as I am, the shovel half is done, and I’m working the other half with the shovel and hoe while we wait for the ground to get dry enough to work with machinery. Seems shoes and shovels might get us through the ups and downs of technology the next few years.
Seems to me you got an excellent hedge witch right there in the household, so best advice I can give for them tired muscles and that aching back is to squeeze plenty of fruit juice this fall and be liberal with the sugar and yeast that falls into it.
Keep the faith,
Tired john
June 7, 2011 at 3:49 am |
You know, I’m shocked the average joe-six-pack hasn’t realized how fucked over he is. TPTB have in-fact sold them down the river, and profited from it…as always.
Tired is a good term. For me it’s Frustration. The knowledge that everyday I still gotta go “slobber-the-knob-of-the-man”. That is if you can even find a knob in today’s job market. Just to pay for shit I really don’t want to pay for, and the shit I do get is outrageous. For godsakes a bag of corn is $10, you gotta be kiddin’, right?
The whole system is jacked, let’s overturn this apple cart already and move on.
I can’t believe this hasn’t all imploded by now, but somehow the band keeps playing.
Sheesh, I really am sick of this shit……