…when the government came for the farmers’ arms.
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I have used tools this day.
Ladders were climbed. Attics crawled through, parts and tools hauled up and about. There was no stroking of heat.
No feet suddenly-unexpectedly-undesireably appeared in the ceilings of rooms below.
Brackets were installed and motors mounted. Correctly the second time.
Wires were twisted, electrons coaxed to follow proper paths, safely. And the second time, with the right wire for the speed desired.
Belts were tensioned. Correctly the second time.
The fan sucks, vice blows. At the correct speed, moving the proper volume of air. On demand.
No blood was shed. Nor joints distended, or limbs mangled.
I am a tool-user.
Prolly saved $20 over hiring a pro. Maybe. [Cue Tim Allen monkey noise]
Remember, we have a cannon sited to cover the major avenue of approach.
And the Exterior Guard will f*ck you up.
If you prefer city living over nature, you might be a psychopath: study
Boomers hate people too.
The Castle has it’s own heraldic crest, and now, finally, so does the Exterior Guard! Courtesy the very talented hands and creative eye of our longtime artist friend, Ann Warren.
For those wondering…
“Semper Vigilans”: Always Vigilant!
“Coyote Delenda Est” : Coyotes Will Be Destroyed! (After Carthago Delenda Est)
“Runway Clausa Est” : The Runway Is Closed! (No airplane has ever and damn few raptors land here)
“Qui Puer Bonus Est” : Who’s A Good Boy?
…and the wind makes it easy to dry the laundry. If you use hooks, not clothespins, anyway.
Around here, between dead legislators, first responders, and multiple tranches of covid casualties, Governor Schoolmarm has been suppressing full-staff flag flying since February.
My solution has been to not fly national flags.
Just historical flags.
Many of a Revolutionary bent, though today I am flying some flags of reactionary repression, that of the 69th NY Infantry and the HQs flag of the Army of the Potomac.