Though this blog has been devoted lately to chronicling our new Life as it unfolds, Deb and I remain aware of what’s happening in the wider world. It’s crucial, we believe, to avoid the trap of blissful ignorance — we may be isolated and in a very good place, but progressives’ unmaking of America will affect us and demands our vigilance.
We know, for example, that the sort of pandemic theater we all saw during the WuFlu nonsense a few years ago is making a comeback. High schools in the People’s Republic of California are canceling football games. In Kentucky and, believe it or not, in Texas, several districts have suspended “in-person learning.” A number of companies and retailers are trying to bring back their own brand of idiotic restrictions.
I will not comply.
Or consider that the wealthy leftist Chicago suburb of Highland Park recently invited residents to a local country club to join in a so-called “poverty simulation.” Kind of the ultimate virtue-signaling exercise.
In short order, the rest of America told Highland Park how colossally stoopid that was, and quietly it was canceled.
Naturally, the current regime’s ATF continues to float unconstitutional “rules” to be enforced as if they’re laws. (They’re not.) But this week’s prize for anti-American edicts goes to the governor of New Mexico — in the wake of a rash of deadly violent crime in Albuquerque, she suspended lawful open and concealed carry for 30 days.
The mind reels.
This elected asshat decided that the most effective way to protect the People is to disarm them. Why?
Because they hate us. Never forget that. And remember that the best case for being an armed citizen is that the powerful don’t want you to be.
Today on The Mountain was pretty much a replay of yesterday. Deb, equipped with her roll of blue tape, rearranged the floor plan in the cabin. She moved a couple of appliances and reconfigured the layout of the bedroom.
I think she nailed it. She wants to make one more change, in the interest of increasing our storage space. That’ll happen late tomorrow or Tuesday, and then we’ll live with it for a couple of days before moving forward.
Once again, I spent most of my day cutting, moving and clearing brush. I started on the lower level, a stretch bordering the driveway across from the cordwood area I created yesterday. I moved down to the roadside and tidied up around the small sign bearing our house number.
Then it was on to the biggest job yet — the woods surrounding our shed. Trees were pushed over to create that spot, and branches had to come down the day that the structure was moved there. Nothing had been cleaned up.
It was slow going, but the setting for the shed is one of my favorite places here and I attacked the task with purpose. I moved everything I cleared to an existing brushpile along the south end of the driveway.
The result pleased me beyond measure. The satisfaction is real.
A playful skink danced around me the whole time I was working. I found two downed trees still hanging onto pieces of yellow flagging tape we’d put out almost two years ago. Our Cajun neighbor and his son paid us a visit. We watched the sun set.
So yeah, much of today was more of the same. But for Deb and me, it was more of what we’ve always dreamed of doing.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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