Election Day is here. Finally.
An estimated 81 million of us cast our ballots early. Trump and his allies have said and done all they can to prevent America from taking “the last step into a thousand years of darkness.”
I firmly believe that Trump, despite odds and adversity, made compelling American arguments and ran a remarkably strong campaign — far better than 2020 or 2016.
I wish I could say that I’m confident in the outcome. I’m not.
Whatever happens, you’d better be prepared for what follows — and I mean truly prepared.
“I would remind you that extremism in the defense of liberty is no vice! And let me remind you also that moderation in the pursuit of justice is no virtue!”
Barry Goldwater
If, for whatever reason, Trump doesn’t become the 47th President of the United States, I suggest that you ignore the moderates, the soft-pedalers, the ones who say things like, “We survived Obama, we’ll survive this.” Those voices represent the reason that this country no longer is recognizable as America.
The Right accepts its losses too easily. The Left rages in defeat. We should take a lesson.
If Trump loses, we must be ferocious in obstructing the next administration at every turn, directing our fury at The Fundamental Transformers in ways they can’t ignore.
And if he wins, shall we be gracious? Absolutely not. We demanded our country back, and we should take it — ruthlessly, without quarter to the vanquished.
If you don’t have the stomach for that, either way, either UFY or GTFO. We’ll handle this.
Two days of unprecedented rain and storms ended in Ozarkansas around noon today. When it was over, The Mountain had registered at least 12 inches of rain in less than 48 hours — about what fell here in mid-July.
According to NWS Little Rock, Yellville got 11 inches. Bull Shoals saw 12+, Flippin over seven and Mountain Home nine. Harrison got more than ten inches but seems to have had the most damage.
The Buffalo River crested at ten feet above flood stage — twice in as many days. Likewise nearby Crooked Creek and other small tributaries of The Mighty White.
Low-water crossings throughout the region were impassable, and many still are.
Waters rose. Waters receded. There was no Helene-level devastation. Dams held.
Last night’s threat of tornadoes, hail and damaging straight-line winds did, in fact, materialize, but it stayed just to our west and tracked north of us. (Like I said the other day, we’re charmed.) Deb, Scout, Smudge and I hunkered comfortably in the cabin ’til 9pm, then returned to the camper to ride out the last 12 hours of torrential rain.
Deb has her (wobbly) Jeep back, and she made it to work this morning without incident. I saddled up the Ranger and surveyed the situation on and around The Mountain.
Our road took a hit, naturally, but it held up pretty well, considering. Deb’s cousin was out early on his tractor, filling washouts and grading rough patches.
I drove up our trail toward the summit, parked and sat awhile. I walked around a bit, noticing how the character of the place is changing with the seasons.
Mountain Two had shifted on its tree. Maybe it got bumped. I re-aimed it and triggered test images.
Time spent in the woods is never time wasted.
Tomorrow, I think, our American Life on The Mountain will get back to normal. (Whatever that is.)
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
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