Wednesday, April 1, 2015

So I'm nuts. I can live with that.

I'm 51. I'm disabled.  And I'm nuts.
I believe I should have a garden large enough to grow plenty of fruits and vegetables to eat seasonally and dry, can, or store long enough to make it through till my next crop.
I believe I should raise animals to eat. And know how to butcher and preserve the meat.
I believe that morality should still mean something, and you should stand for your convictions.
I believe I have the right to protect my self, my family, my land, and anything on it.

Apparently I'm nuts.

But I'm not ashamed.  I've done enough wrong in my life that I regret, but have come to terms with myself. Scars, both those that show and those that don't, tells us where we've been, not where we're going. But I've never been cruel to animals or children, I've never slept with another man's wife, and I've always treated my elders with respect.
But I freely admit to some misgivings that this is not enough.  I walk through the mall, and notice the signs in Victoria's Secret showing erotically (undressed) women, and then notice all the young children walking by with their parents, who are blithely unaware of the impact of these ads on their kids.
I allow governmental excess, laughing at the antics of politicians and their paid guards getting caught with their pants (literally and figuratively) down around their knees.
But I DO nothing. Each transgression against morality, freedoms, ethics, or the American Dream, is ever so slightly worse than the last that I have condoned, that it slips by unnoticed and unremarked.
And I sit here this morning, watching news about the latest child abuse, catching each and every commercial goading me to sue my neighbor (for some lawyer's profit), or telling me if I take THIS pill, my dick will be bigger, longer, and SO much more satisfying for HER, and can't help but think maybe I should be ashamed.
I certainly wasn't raised this way. If a commercial on TV were to show a woman in her sexy lingerie writhing on red satin sheets, they would have been outraged! ANY kid, theirs or someone else's would, at the very least, be verbally reprimanded for their ass showing above pants wrapped around their knees.
Hell, Nixon was impeached for wiring a hotel room while our president does it to the entire country.

I personally put pictures of naked women on this blog, but it was only a mere few decades ago I remember getting my butt reddened for looking at the Sears and Roebuck catalog bra section!
I too have become a part of the problem. This is the world we live in. It is NOT my parent's.  I have become staid and inured to the degrading of American values. And I can live with myself.
But is there a line I won't cross? Certainly.
But I wonder where my children's line will be. Or, if they will have the ability to set a line. Our government now sets the standards; ethically, sexually, educationally, and morally.
We as a nation of sheeple, yes, even those of us who bitch and moan internetinally,  take NO action.
No,  I'm not ashamed for myself. I just hope the generations to come won't be ashamed of me.
This is not my parent's world.  But neither will it be mine tomorrow.

Monday, March 30, 2015

I'm (usually) a nice guy

When I first moved here, I lived under a 5x7 tarp while my wife stayed at our rented place in town.  I was spending my days working on clearing the area and trying to get things started. I had only met one neighbor, and figured we'd get along fairly well, as he is a second amendment kinda guy.
Then one day the Norman cops showed up. I asked what they wanted, and was told they received a call that I had abandoned my animals and were checking it. Now keep in mind, when I first went out to meet them, one asked if I were 'Steven'. NOT Mr Vanderhoff. The only person who knew my name,  (and coincidentally ONLY my first name) was the neighbor across the street from me.
No worries, I'm not a high profile kind of guy, and it could have been an honest mistake by someone concerned about the welfare of my critters.
Then when my wife moved out with me, we first lived under a huge tarp, 20x30', and this particular individual stopped over and asked if we could move our 'camp' back on the property, as his wife didn't like the look of it.
I promptly moved it closer to the FRONT of the property. Needless to say, relations between my neighbor, (Crazy Nick as he's known by every other resident in the neighborhood) and I have been rather strained since.
Now he has six large dogs that run around on his fenced in yard, and he constantly stands at his front door and yells at them. This is somewhat annoying, but nothing I can't live with.

After a few thefts on my property, I put up the above sign, just to be fair to the next person who steps on my land and leaves in a box.
I woke up one morning to voices outside my window.  Seems one of his dogs got out, and he and his wife were running all over MY land trying to catch him.  So I went out, and with the help of my dog, helped them get theirs and take him home. Neighborly thing to do right?
No 'thank you'. No apologies for trespassing.  No acknowledgment of the fact it was freezing cold and I'd offered my help.

Recently, someone dropped a stray dog off, and I took him in. He likes to go across the street to try to play with Crazy Nick's dogs through the fence.
This morning, as Rose was heading out the door for work, the mutt was across the street and Crazy Nick was yelling at him to get home.
Rose started calling the dog, and yelled her apologies to the neighbor. He shouted back at her that 'she'd better keep her fucking dog on our side of the street'.

I don't care that he shouts at his dogs all day, or shoots his guns at six AM on weekends.  His regular drunken rowdy friends over all the time, and the loud parties don't bother me. He leaves me alone, I'll leave him alone.
But he cussed my wife while she was trying to be polite.
I wonder if he has any fucking clue what a total fucking asshole he just pissed off?

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Helping a good man who does good work make ends meet

You may notice a new sign there at the top of this blog.
Hanging birdhouse from a single log.

See, three years ago, this entire area I live in was burned to the ground from a wildfire set by a couple of fucked up punks thinking it would be cool to set a field alight.
Interior of one of the chests he's building. 
My neighbor, Jessie, lost everything. He and his wife live on her salary, and it's hard for them to get by month to month. (He has health issues that won't allow him to work away from home). So Jessie plants a really huge garden every year and has a vegetable stand he sells most of the harvest at by his front drive.
Large oaken chest in progress. 
He's also turning the lemons the fire left him into lemonade by creating some absolutely fucking gorgeous tables, benches, chests, and birdhouses out of the dead trees on his property.
A cedar chest from a solid log. I'd kill for this! 
Jessie has helped me out a lot since I moved into the neighborhood, and I'd like to see him make a buck or two.  He deserves it!
This is the cedar chest above, lid closed.
Wish I took better pictures, this is absofuckinglutely gorgeous!
So, I took some pictures of some of his work, most still not quite done, and created that ad. I get NO compensation from either the ad, nor the sales of any of his shit. He has a site on Facebook; koenigkreations@facebook.com.
This accent table is free standing, and about 3' across the top!
Check him out, pass this info to yer friends, hell, repost!
This one works for the guy who has everything, and likes both chest, AND legs.
(Not lacquered yet, but still a beauty! )
He's a good man who does good work, and my photos don't do him justice. 
Log bench in progress. This would be great
around a fire pit, huh? 

Oh, and by the way, yer supporting the III here...

Molon labe!


I laughed so hard I peed a little!

And then I read THIS and REALLY laughed!


make sure you read the comments they posted.

Just dreams...

I just read a couple of interesting posts this morning. One concerning how the government takes your right to bear arms and then forces you to pay for a 'license' to get them back in the form of a concealed carry permit, and another over the fear mongering by the government's lapdog, the mainstream media, as it stresses to us over and over the necessity of interference by the PTB in our lives for our own safety.
One of these days I'll learn to wait and read my mail later.  I hate getting pissed off before I've even had my first cup of coffee!
I don't have any issue over paying to use public roads, it saves wear and tear on my car, and I don't have to cut down all those pesky trees to get where I'm going. But forcing me to pay another tax every year to register my car, require me to get a license to drive my car, then using both to keep track of me and every other aspect of my life PISSES ME OFF!
And then off course, the MSM constantly harping on how we have to interfere in this country's politics,  or that country's ethics to somehow preserve our American Way Of Life, while the PTB are giving America to illegal aliens and Islam, somehow just PISSES ME OFF!
I like my coffee, red meat, beer, a bunch of dogs, and doing stupid shit that might get me hurt just because it's fun!
My PARENTS taught me not to drop my pants in public, treat the elderly with the respect their years have earned them, honor my country, choose and follow my own beliefs, and cleave unto the cleaver of my preferred cleaving orientation, while treating the fairer sex with courtesy and respect. The "golden rule" should always be adhered to, and always try to ensure my actions didn't harm others.
I was allowed to put scissors in a light socket! I only did it once, and better to learn to respect electricity with a good solid jolt of 120 volts than die fucking around with 240! I ate candy and drank sodypop. I rode my bike without a helmet and climbed trees forty feet high.
I hunted using a (shudder) UNREGISTERED real gun, whittled with the pocket knife I carried since first grade, which I actually carried in school, but knew to keep in my pocket, and ate what was put in front of me, or had the option to go without.

Reading two separate articles which hit on my two biggest issues with big government first thing in the morning can't be helping my blood pressure.
When the PTB allows laws "for our own good" while giving illegal aliens and foreign beliefs sway over us, then the American Way of life is already gone.
The "American Dream" isn't all that difficult to achieve if the bigwigs in power would simply leave us to live it. It's not some prescribed and steadfast set of rules for everyone. Some love the money game; wheeling and dealing and seeing who dies with the most toys. Some prefer romance; caring for hearth and home and the needs of family or spouse. Some prefer the silence of nature; spending time on land THEY own and coaxing a living from the earth. There are even those who thrive on publicity; the beibers and gagas who get off on wild displays of idiocy.  Well bless 'em all!
The American Dream for me is to be left to live or die doing what I can with what I got. Using skills and training gained over more than half a century on this rock. NOT being told what I should or shouldn't do or how I should do it. Not being told I can or can't do something 'for my own good' and then being punished for not bowing down to the demands of those who think they can run my life better than I can myself. Fuck 'em. In MY dreams, "this" really does equal six inches...

Coffee's done.  I'll be back sometime after my blood pressure gets back to normal... Think I'll have a cigarette with my coffee while they're both still legal.

So what's 'the dream' for you?


Thankfully just a nasty kidney infection. Gotta lay off the beer and drink lots of water.... Which is kinda nasty in itself.  Fish fuck in that stuff!
Still, I can do without any additional aches. Between my shoulder and this, not much gonna git done around here. And I still have to dig out my sewer line, finish the last 15 feet of skirting and put the trim on, and put handrails on the front steps.
Oh well, life goes on. Deal with it!

Friday, March 27, 2015

Haven't been posting much, I know.  It's been a tough week, and I'm finally giving in.
Monday I woke up with a sharp pain in my lower left back.  Figured I've been overdoing it since the weather has been mostly nice, took some advil and ignored it.
By Wednesday, it'd started to spread down my left leg, and it took most of my reserves just caring for my livestock.
Yesterday I gave in and had Rose call the doc. Going today at 1:00, and get this shit checked out. Can't function worth a fuck with my back shooting pain every time I move, and got too much work to do to stop.
I HATE going to the doctor's.  Seems like every time I do, they come up with some other way I'm trying to die. Haven't they learned yet I'm too fucking stubborn to kick off?
Maybe I'll just stay home and drink some water or something...

Sunday, March 22, 2015


Also known in the blogosphere as hiswiserangel, this sassy red head dynamo is not only Mom to her two girls, but also to many of us!
ANY one in need knows she'll be there, leading a brigade of Patriots she gathers at her call.  And they all follow because she's... well... Angel.
She has done more for me, sight unseen, (her good fortune! ) than most family members would.
Both my wife and myself think of her as family. Of course, she IS family to so many of us here: sister, mom, that eccentric aunt we all hope no one knows about, and I've heard Websters dictionary replaced Lindsay Wagner's picture with hers on the definition of Wonder Woman.
(Who else could convince Wirecutter to write his memoirs?)
She's funny, annoying, outspoken, shy, bright, naive: she's a lot of things to a lot of us; and as contradictory as she is a stabilizing force for all for us.
God's bless you always, Angel.  You are loved by so many!

Look her up.  You'll never regret knowing her!
The Lonely Libertarian


Thank you. Rose has a birthday in July, and this will let me get her something nice. It's been too long since I've been able to do that.
aka Xenolith