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Book Promo

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The Work of our Hands

I’ve been accused of being a class traitor, something that amuses me as much as being called a gender traitor or any other kind of traitor to something I never swore allegiance to. And something that, in one case, is a diseased chimera from the useless brain of Karl Marx. And in the other is not exact science “the contents match the can” the left thinks it is.

What I was accused of, particularly, was of not liking the Dinosaur-my-love idiocy because I “identified with the working class.” ...

Everything is Stupid

They said the world would end in fire next time. But no one said the fire would be set when a bunch of buffons de derriere were running around with matches, misinterpreting everything, and claiming we had to listen to them because they’re experts.

Seriously? They didn’t know Afghanistan, a place that is like our primordial tales where parents are served a stew of their children, a place that not only has never been civilized but relishes barbarism, would fall that fast. And now there are ...

Whither Thou Goest

“Intreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee: for whither thou goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God:” – KJ Bible.

Was a choice ever made? Do we ever think about it and go “Yes, I want to change everything about me, and become part of this other people/this other nation/ this other way of living.” Do we even change? Or do we just find the place we want to be, the place that is like us.

I’m not ...

Down the Road That I Must Travel

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Sorry for the protracted silence. The carpet was worse than we expected, so we engaged in a quixotic adventure to rip all or it out and zinzer.

Now on the way back to Colorado, to get that house ready for sale in two weeks (or less if we can,) while leaving people installing flooring under local friends’ supervision.

I’m so tired I could fall on my face, but not so tired that I missed the fall of Afghanistan, a needless non-forced error. We could have left without leaving hostages, a...

Death and Absence

Lately, without warning I find myself breaking into this very sad song….

Este parte, aquele parte – This one leaves, then the next
e todos, todos se vão – and all depart forever
Galiza ficas sem homens – Galicia you’re left without men*
que possam cortar teu pão – who can scythe your wheat

Tens em troca – In exchange, you do get
órfãos e órfãs – orphans
tens campos de solidão – lonely abandoned fields
tens mães que não têm filhos – You have mothers who lose their children
filhos que não têm p...

Alive. Exhausted

Don’t know when I’ll post tomorrow. Sometime….

But we’re okay. It’s just the move.

The View From Rural Japan – Guest Post By Francis Turner

The View From Rural Japan – a Guest Post By Francis Turner

As the real wuflu pandemic fades away, even though the control freaks try to keep the fear alive, it’s probably useful to look at how the wuflu affected places not covered by the news. As it happens I have had a ground floor view of how the wuflu and associated covidiocies affected rural Japan because I live in Shimane prefecture – in Western Japan.

Shimane Prefecture circled

Compared to many places Shimane has been barely a...

Guest Post By Francis Turner

The View From Rural Japan – a Guest Post By Francis Turner

As the real wuflu pandemic fades away, even though the control freaks try to keep the fear alive, it’s probably useful to look at how the wuflu affected places not covered by the news. As it happens I have had a ground floor view of how the wuflu and associated covidiocies affected rural Japan because I live in Shimane prefecture – in Western Japan.

Shimane Prefecture circled

Compared to many places Shimane has been barely a...

The Tale of The Flying Dutch-U-Haul

In every move — and this one will be an epic move, across state lines always is — there are tales that become engraved in an individual’s and a family’s memory. Forever.

Sometimes they’ll be told in a “be grateful you weren’t there way” — you know, be glad you aren’t covered in chicken poo! — sometimes they’re told in a funny way — remember the time we had two u-hauls and three cars break while going from Charlotte to NC? Boy that was a night! “And then, when the wheel feel off” and every...