You can sit there like an Illuminati dupe, waiting for the New World Order's pansexual Stasi to turn up and clean your dirty boots, or you can do it yourself. Like a sovereign.
Not wanting to be a slave of the transnational elite, I chose the latter option, scrubbed off the mud with water and then applied Fiebing's Golden Mink Oil. Not because there's some "rule," it's just the way I chose to do it, and guess what? It works.
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Those mink oiled Ariat Heritage Stockmans, with Advanced Torque Suspension, whatever that is, are nicely supple, waterproof and good for all kinds of fun.
As I cleaned the muddy and miserable offenders, I prayed for the departed, it being All Souls Day; and I prayed especially for a number of old friends who died far too young. May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
Some people don't clean their boots or pray for the departed. That would be a double error.
God bless,
LSP
4 comments:
Think mink!
I'm sure that progressives never walk in mud or do work that generates calluses. It doesn't fit their narrative of what constitutes value (such as the 'pajama boy' icon).
Never apologize to the Morlocks for having mud on your boots. They will only take the apology as a confession, and, sensing weakness, fall upon you, and drag you underground to their lair and feast on your living flesh.
I see what you did there.
Clean the boots.
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