Wednesday, April 24, 2019

Seven Skinny Cows: The Blast of War Summons, Dishonour not your mothers

Hello all:

Peppermint Candy Mandy broadcasting on 104.3, your source of information in Kates Store, Pray Church and elsewhere.

The big news today is that Hunter Chernovsky is looking for a few good men to move our first line of defense farther to the north. Folks, we are taking the battle to the enemy.

Mr Chernovsky is looking for men from sixteen-to-thirty years of age. He is looking for a four month commitment starting now. If you are that man, or if you know that man, forward those names to Kate, Rick in Kates Store, Pastor James or Luke Salazar in Pray Church or Paul Seraph if you live in the area immediately north of Eaton Rapids.

A few of you said you liked yesterday’s reading, so that is how I will close this broadcast

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English dead.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;

Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect...

Now set the teeth and stretch the nostril wide,
Hold hard the breath and bend up every spirit
To his full height. On, on, you noblest English.
Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof!
Fathers that, like so many Alexanders,
Have in these parts from morn till even fought
And sheathed their swords for lack of argument:
Dishonour not your mothers; now attest
That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Be copy now to men of grosser blood,
And teach them how to war. And you, good yeoman,
Whose limbs were made in England, show us here
The mettle of your pasture; let us swear
That you are worth your breeding; which I doubt not;
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon this charge
Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'

From Ecclesiastes Chapter 3, King James Version
To every thing there is a season, 

 and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
  a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

A time to kill, and a time to heal;
  a time to break down, and a time to build up;

A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
  a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; 

  a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to get, and a time to lose; 

 a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, and a time to sew; 

 a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

A time to love, and a time to hate;

 a time of war, and a time of peace.

What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth?

I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

God hath made every thing beautiful in His time:

And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there.

I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work.


A candle placed within a reflector made from a beverage can is visible from five miles when placed on the shores of a wilderness lake. That same candle is not visible from more than fifty feet when placed in a parking lot illuminated with sodium vapor lamps.

The difference is contrast.

If you place a package of cigarettes on the roof of a car, satellite imagery can discern the brand of cigarettes if anybody cares enough to look.

Twenty Watts of power at 104.3 megahertz was plenty of power to punch up to those same satellites.

The collapse of commercial media and the death of the power grid created the contrast.

The computer's algorithms had already identified 104.3 as a frequency of interest.

The format of the last show, the same two minute segment repeated four times at set intervals, twigged more filters.

Voice-to-text, then keywords finally floated it up to actual human ears.

The young man who listened to the segment was instantly homesick. It had been too long since he heard a 'normal' girl talk. To him, a normal girl was one who did not out-rank him.

He parsed the station history and saw that the transmission site was different than yesterday's. From the map overlay, he saw that today's site was from a cemetery two miles east of the tall white pine.

Out of curiosity, the young man listened to the previous broadcast as well.

Then he bumped it upstairs. The food-chain upstairs would be interested in armies being raised in the continental United States. The term 'upstairs' was an aping of western idiom rather than literal fact. There were very few stairs in Zhenjiang.


A note to the readers: The narrator, Peppermint Candy Mandy, works in a coffee shop a few blocks from where my parents live.

I recently learned that an elderly customer who is mentally handicapped frequents this shop. He always asks, "Do I have enough for some apple juice?" as he hold a single nickel between his calloused thumb and finger.

Peppermint Candy looks at the money and says, "Why, yes you do." and sells him an apple juice for five cents. After he leaves, Peppermint Candy adds $2.07 to the till so it will reconcile at the end of the shift.

PC does not work at the shop every day. Her customer confronted her. "Why does apple juice cost more when you are not here?" He was confused.

PC said, "They only call me in when there is a sale on apple juice."

Everybody was happy.

That is PC I can live with.



  1. There is no "NEXT" at the end of this story so it makes it harder for someone to find the next story and continue reading. I'm just letting you know but I am LOVING the story so far! It's the only thing I've read on this site but when I catch up I will be looking at what you have posted. Keep up the great work!

    1. Thank-you, sir.

      I fixed it. There is more to read.

  2. Well, thank you sir for a very nice read.

  3. Apologies for the poor "Next" link placement.

    I replicated it at the very bottom of the text.

    There is more to the story.