Marion County is “in the green” once again.
Arkansas Forestry Division issued a new wildfire-danger map this morning. While it showed most of the state still designated at “moderate” risk, the northeast and southwest corners have been moved to “low.” The former includes The Mountain.
None of Arkansas is tagged at “high” danger of wildfire. Only one county-imposed burn ban remains — Sevier, way down near Ark-La-Tex.
The potential for a little more rain is in the forecast the next couple of days. For now, our world is damp, approaching soggy, though I don’t find the heavy air unpleasant.
Resident wildlife has returned in greater numbers to our patch of Ozarkansas, too, owing perhaps to the renewing of surface water. Birds are back at the feeders, which I re-filled yesterday afternoon.
I was startled by a hummingbird this morning, flying within a couple of feet of my face. I think it was attracted to my coffee mug.
Deb was back at the doc in Mountain Home again today, this time to deal with the GI upset afflicting her. I took up my now-familiar post outside the clinic, waiting in the truck ’til she was released.
The finding: norovirus. I mean, she works at a bank, so….
On to the laundromat in Gassville. More waiting in the truck.
Prescription and provisions at Walmart in Flippin, then Home to The Mountain.
It’s been a good week, I think — not perfect, but good. Stuff got done.
I have a couple of observations before I end this. The first has to do with the breathtaking cultural decline of the UK, specifically Americans’ popular perception that it’s sudden or somehow recent. It’s neither.
Let’s talk knives.
Mother England has been insidiously disarming her subjects of sharp’n’pointy objects almost as long as I’ve been alive. Act after parliamentary act has criminalized the possession of tools essential to existence. These days, a Brit must show “good reason” to carry a knife, even one that isn’t banned outright.
Not long ago, throughout the kingdom were dumpster-like receptacles allowing the dutifully compliant to “Bin That Blade!” in return for amnesty from prosecution. One particularly cringe-worthy bit of propaganda was the official slogan, “Real Men Don’t Carry Knives.”
That’s some kind of bullshit right there. Everyone here in the upstart colonies knows that a knife is standard equipment for a real American man.
According to reports — and details still are still emerging — there were gunshots fired near where Trump was golfing in West Palm Beach today. I got a text message from the campaign saying that he’s “SAFE AND WELL.”
By some accounts, Secret Service exchanged gunfire with a man. A suspect is in custody. A rifle was recovered.
The Chuckles campaign released a statement. It had to. I’d like to point out two blatant lies. First,
“I am glad he is safe.”
Who are these people kidding? The hell she is. The second lie:
“Violence has no place in America.”
Clearly, it does — a time-honored place, as a matter of fact, dating to before the Revolution. Acts of violence are an inescapable part of human life. Confronted with violent assault or attack, the only reasonable response is… what?
Violence.
Violence isn’t stopped by running away from it. Laws don’t prevent it. Violent evil can be suppressed only by violent good, asserted with superior force.
Chuckles, as an installed member of The Ruling Elite, knows this. That’s why she intends to confiscate your firearms.
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB