We swung by the Yellville Post Office yesterday on our way out of town to check our box. In our current situation, it’s a habit we’ll have to get into so that we stay on top of local and forwarded mail.
The first thing we noticed is that the formal USPS forwarding scheme is working, both for Deb’s mail and for mine. Also, mail addressed to our “house number” on The Mountain is being deposited automatically in our PO Box. That’s a big deal — even though there’s no actual house yet, even when there is we won’t be putting up a roadside mailbox.
We were surprised to find our newly minted voter-registration cards in yesterday’s mail as well. You may recall that we’d registered just two days ago, yet there they were.
Such is life in small-town America.
The population of Marion County, Arkansas is 16,656. Yellville, the county seat, is home to just 1,281. At Second Chance Ranch those numbers were 156,204 and 21,257, respectively.
Here’s more perspective — Marion County’s population ranks 46th among this state’s 75 counties; just three of those counties are larger than the one we moved away from. Of Ohio’s 88 counties, only four are less populated than Marion County.
This is the very definition of a small community. Businesses and government serve relatively few “customers.” Naturally, that breeds familiarity and, as a rule, results in more personal service.
Perfect? Of course not. But the difference between the world we left behind and the new one we’ve chosen is night and day, most definitely to our liking.
If you’re among those who just had $10,000 or $20,000 of your taxpayer-funded student loans “forgiven” or “canceled,” well, congratufuckinglations and welcome to The Entitled Class (if you weren’t a card-carrying member already). You need to realize, however, that Doctor Dementia and his cabal don’t give a rat’s ass about you, your life or your financial security.
They just want your vote.
This transparent ploy is more than a bribe — it’s punishment. The target is Americans who pay their taxes, pay their bills and keep their promises. And by fiat they’re being forced to assume the obligations of people who don’t.
Shifting debt to working Americans is also grooming. Just as illegal aliens’ first exposure to this country is breaking federal law without penalty, Democrats are conditioning the young and irresponsible that it’s acceptable (even lucrative) not to pay debts.
Are you awake yet?
I won’t get into details of the tortured rationale the regime is using to justify its debt-forgiveness gambit. One word should suffice: WuFlu.
(I’m not kidding. Look it up.)
That’s right, boys and girls, it’s another unintended (but entirely foreseeable) consequence of consenting to expanded power and control under cover of an “emergency.” An inch given, a mile taken.
We told you so.
How you respond to this latest abomination determines whether you’re a free citizen or a compliant subject. And if you cast a vote for any candidate who doesn’t categorically repudiate The Entitlement Agenda, it cements your status as an anti-American idiot.
I can’t imagine anyone needing more incentive than that to oppose Democrats. But for those who do, yesterday the current occupant of the Oval Office said that unapologetic Americanism is “semi-fascism,” that true Americans “don’t just threaten our personal rights and economic security. They’re a threat to our very democracy.”
Fuck Joe Biden.
Though we’re an hour away from The Mountain today, we expect that the excavation continues. Our contractor predicts that the backhoe phase will take the better part of three days. The goals are to define the final edges of the cleared space — driveway, house, shed, well pit, parking pads — and to probe the surface, which will determine what kind of site work (and how much of it) happens after that.
We might be a little tempted to drive over there, set up a couple of chairs in the shade and watch as progress is made. We have the time and the weather, though hot, is perfect. It’s better that we not hover, we’ve decided, just visiting occasionally to see how it’s coming along.
We’ll be headed back tomorrow.
This evening we went out to dinner with our Texas neighbors, their first meal at DeVito’s — a who-woulda-thunk-it place and a unique experience. We’re glad to be able to share our discoveries.
Truth is, we’re just passing on what others have been kind enough to share with us.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.