My regular five-and-a-half-mile dash to Flippin, including the efficient filling of three five-gallon gas cans, consumes 40 minutes. Maybe that seems like a long time, but it is, of necessity, a leisurely drive — 5mph to 10mph on our road, 25mph on the subdivision road and 35mph to 40mph on the county roads.
There’s no rushing it, nor do I feel the need for speed.
The price of a gallon of 87 octane jumped another ten cents since my last visit, this morning sitting at $3.599. We got that dime back today, thanks to Deb’s Walmart+ membership, and I pumped just over 13 gallons, but damn, son.
Let’s Go, Brandon.
As of this morning, we’ve been living here exactly one month. I’m sure you’ve noticed that maintenance (and the occasional repair) never ends. This morning I checked another box on every RVer’s routine to-do list — I took a good look at the house batteries, which happen to be wet cells.
You may recall that the dealer that sold us this fifth-wheel agreed to replace the existing single battery (which clearly was huffed) with a pair of 12V cells connected in parallel. Prior to delivery, I poked my head into the basement bay and saw two battery boxes where previously there had been one. They appeared to have been properly vented, too.
But after the ham-fisted way the dealer prepped the rig, along with downright dishonesty (mattress, propane), I was betting that one of the boxes hid the original battery.
What did I find? Two brand-new Interstate Group 24 deep-cycle batteries. Well, ok then.
Electrolyte level checked out fine. Connections were clean and tight. Cables were new.
The covers on the battery boxes, by the way, were secured with self-tapping screws, and the heads were #2 Robertson. Generally speaking, this odd square drive is common only in RVs and in Canada. I’d never even owned a Robertson screwdriver until a few years ago (when we got the Bumper Bunker).
The design works, I’ll say that. Give me Torx or Phillips, though, please.
Having knocked out my duties early — gas run, topping off fresh water, replacing rechargeable cells in a pair of solar lanterns, battery maintenance — I flopped into a recliner. Deb went to the laundromat. The dogs and I manned the barricades ’til she got back.
We haven’t yet heard from the electric company about when they’ll set the transformer pole and hook us up. Construction of the house pad will happen next Tuesday or Wednesday, according to our site contractor.
So right now we’re holding station, plodding through chores, keeping the rig running and, of course, trying not to melt.
A little over a year ago, an “education” bill passed Congress, attracting big majorities in both chambers. In the wake of two high-profile mass murders, one of which occurred in a Texas school, the measure sought to foster “safer, more inclusive and positive” school environments. (As if.)
Buried deep in a subsection was a list of prohibited uses for this federal funding. One barred providing “training in the use of a dangerous weapon.”
I’m sure you can guess where this is going.
Once the bill became law, it fell to the current regime’s Ministry of Indoctrination (Department of Education) to implement its provisions. And in typical progressive fashion, those anti-American bureaucrats decided to block school hunting and archery classes from getting any of that money.
See, the Left not only intends to ban the tools themselves — they want to make sure that you and your family remain ignorant about their use and purpose. They’re bent on indoctrinating children to believe that a compound bow or a rimfire rifle is only a weapon harboring the potential for criminal violence.
Nothing is so essential to progressives’ unmaking of America as the dismantling of American traditions. That’s the liberal drumbeat here — undermining the legacy of shooting sports as early as possible, at odds with what millions of children are taught in their homes and communities.
And then? Well, if you believe a meme shared to social media yesterday by a friend of mine,
“Once you give up your guns, they’re going to kill you. You know that, right?”
This isn’t hyperbole, People — it’s serious as a heart attack. They hate us. They plan to disarm us. They mean to kill us.
And they’re starting with our kids. You gonna stand for that?
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB