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| Approximately 30 fence posts in the back of the truck |
The high point of my morning was hearing a Redwing Blackbird singing from the top of a tree. Spring is springing.
Yesterday was a productive but tiring day.
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| Picture taken before I filleted out the wood that was usable for fence posts and firewood. That left the tops in the pasture. |
My work-day started at 7:25 when I took care of the livestock.
Then, I dragged brush out of the pasture and deposited it back into the woods. That took a little more than an hour. Zeus kept me company. He likes my dragging brush better than when I am running a chainsaw.
Another 90 minutes was spent loading fence posts into the back of the pickup and driving them up to the house. That is when I noticed that my work gloves keep turning off my stopwatch. That is when I switched to using my smartphone to time my breaks.
I took a one hour break to gobble down a couple of sandwiches and to buy a new battery for the riding lawnmower. Sitting while driving counts as a break.
Then it was another hour of moving the fence posts out of the back of the truck and stacking them in an 8' by 8' pile until needed.
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| A minor casualty was experienced while moving the wood but it was superficial and I did not need to call the big, toe-truck for aid. |
Finally, I went over to Southern Belle's house to supervise the installation of drain tile so they can avoid (maybe) their lowest floor flooding.
Suddenly, it was 4:20 p.m. and I was whipped. Oddly, the times didn't add up. Some of that is because when the alarm on the smartphone goes off, it is just a "reminder" to take a break after I complete some part of my work sequence. If I am close to finishing loading the truck then I finish. If I am close to having it completely unloaded, I keep working. Another thing that screwed up my "timing" is that my gloves kept hitting the stop button on my watch.
Incompetent Communists
There are two ways to tell a lie.
One is to tell the truth in such a such a ridiculous and unbelievable manner that it is not believed.
The other way is to weave 1% falsehood into 99% truth.
Maybe it is ironic, but there are a lot of "truths" woven into the Communist mythology to make the hook palatable to the fish.
It is a sad fact that I, a blogger who would be considered a "moderate" twenty-five years ago, am a "better" communist than Zamdani, perhaps the most most powerful person in America who openly admits he is a Communist.
For example: I believe that power blossoms from the barrel of a gun. Modern Commies like Zamdani believe it comes from having a pen and a phone.
I believe that controlling the means-of-production is critical for long-term viability. Zamdani appears hellbent on driving it away.
I believe that "From each according to their ability and to each according to their needs" starts with EVERYBODY works...no free rides. Any receiving happens AFTER the work. I also believe that "needs" means subsistence level supports. That is, 2500 Calories a day of basic foods like rice, beans and lard that need to be cooked. Zamdani wants to throw resources at EVERYBODY with no reciprocal obligation.
I believe that if you pay me with imaginary money than you can also imagine that I am not a threat to your fantasy and you can leave me alone.
I believe that we are in crisis because the vast majority of people in rich countries feel betrayed and alienated by the rapid changes in society. From a pragmatic standpoint, if they/we feel betrayed, maybe we have been trusting the wrong people, the wrong sources of information and need to make better choices.