While doing a bit of research on arthritis the other day — my father, at the age I am now, was afflicted with polymyalgia rheumatica (PMR), what he called “rheumatoid myalgia,” and I was checking my own symptoms against the textbook definition of the condition — I came across a couple of acronyms I’d never seen before.
A well-known medical website advises that PMR is more common in individuals “AFAB” than “AMAB.” The context made it obvious to me what the acronyms stood for. Can you decode them?
“Assigned female at birth” and “assigned male at birth.”
Clearly, if the medical community has been bludgeoned by Tranny Inc. to the point that it’s incapable of uttering the words “women” and “men,” it’s no wonder that a nominee for SCOTUS (now a sitting justice) refused to answer the simple question, “What is a woman?”
We live in Clown World.
Later that day, I read a story about a stabbing that took place recently at a strip club in Portland, Oregon, the wellspring of all that’s fruity and nutty in America. The name of the joint is “Casa Diablo,” which means “devil house.”
Actually, the business’s full name is “Casa Diablo Vegan Strip Club.”
(Read that again.)
Honestly, I doubt that Satan is a picky eater, whether he dines in or out. I suspect he’s an omnivore.
I’m absolutely sure, however, that the “meat” jokes write themselves.
Now I know what you’re thinking. Who the hell is attracted to a booby bar advertising that one of its strippers has been an “ethical vegan since 2019”? Is there such a thing as a vegan pervert?
C’mon, think about it. We know that there are perverts in Portland. We know that there are vegans in Portland. There must be some overlap, probably enough to support Casa Diablo.
That doesn’t make it any less fruity or nutty.
Last one to leave, please get the light.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Rain came down hard and fast between 11pm and 3am. Thunder was deafening and close, rocking The Mountain. Stiff winds threatened to launch anything that wasn’t nailed down.
Our rain gauge showed almost an inch-and-a-half this morning.
On my run to the post office, seven hours after the storms passed, there was standing water in pastures and ponding over the county road in places. All of the local wet-weather runs were running, though the low-water crossings were clear.
The bottoms, naturally, bear the brunt of any flash flooding. We’re glad to have sited our Home over 400 feet higher than the level of Crooked Creek, where we have only 60 feet of higher ground above us. What runoff there is runs off and around us pretty well.
Our respite from sub-freezing temps will end tonight with a forecast low of 31F. After five days in the chiller (though only at night), we’re looking at warmer conditions through the first of the year.
Such is our winter — so far.
Early this morning I read the account of a Texas fellow who’s considering buying 12 wooded, rocky, unlevel and unrestricted acres in Ozarkansas. Before he pulls the trigger, and despite thinking it through thoroughly on his own, he asked the homesteading group for advice.
His situation sounded familiar, of course. I responded with the first things that came to mind.
- We cleared less than an acre for our homesite, and it took significant excavation and considerable fill before we could build. The 400-foot driveway alone, for example, required 20 truckloads of structural clay. Think about it this way — no matter where you stand on our homesite, you’re either on a pile or in a hole.
- If you’re putting in a septic system, get a perc test done before developing anything else.
- If you plan to drill a well, find out how deep your neighbors had to go to get adequate flow. We built at 1,000 feet AMSL, and our well is 783 feet. Our two closest neighbors’ wells are 850.
- We came to our mountain with plans, and our mountain laughed at us. The land has the last word. We chose to adapt rather than abandon, and we’re thrilled with our life in this place.
Pretty basic stuff. Thing is, it’s the basic stuff that people (including Deb and me) don’t fully grasp until they’re in it up to their neck.
I hope my observations help this gentleman. He’ll still have to experience it all himself, though. I wish him well.
Teaser Alert — with all the yammering I’ve done about the woodstove, I haven’t said a thing about the effect of government regulations on using wood to heat our Home. I’m putting together a blog post (or part of a blog post, anyway) tracing how the Permanent State has tried to outlaw heating with wood — in many ways, it makes “gun control” look like a garden party. Stay tuned for that.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath #Ungovernable
#LetsGoBrandon #FJB