Country Life

 

We were standing in a field, in the country. "Dam, LSP, with these clowns in charge anything could happen." Thus spoke my friend, a Master Plumber, and I agreed, "Ain't that the truth. Looks to me like the cheese slid off the cracker."

He didn't argue, "Slid off and fixin' to hit the ground." Spit, "Point being, I don't trust banks, 'specially with this $600 IRS bullsh*t. Don't want no part of that." Yes, and we gazed at the big Texan horizon and a pile of old T posts laying there nonchalantly in the sun while time slowed down.

"Thing is," I offered, remembering a bloodied monkey, "Put the cash in a safe and wake up and find USD$'s worth 2 Cents. That's great until it's not." My friend stared aggressively at a rusting pile of scrap iron, laying there under the glaring October sun, "I like the safe strategy, but there is that."

Another pause and a fat dove flew over, "Boom!" we went in tandem, airgunning cerulean, "If we were loaded up that'd be two misses, or maybe four dove. Limit out." My pal grinned through his Oakleys, "Gotta invest in something man, park that cash. Silver?"

My mind went back to a roll-on, a great weight of sterling and a ferocious simian, "I know all about that." Meanwhile, lazy birds flew overhead in the absence of flak and I thought fiduciary, "So where you gonna put that money, fella? How about DOGE$?"

A nod towards an horizon not long tamed, "I got that dog coin, and plenty of him. Not fixing to sell. Unloading Bit and Ether tho. Sell those coins. And it's all good as long we got phones."

"And internet?"

"Yes."

We thought about this and then wisdom opened the door, "You know the old country saying?" My friend turned his head, "What?" I replied, "They ain't making anymore land." Minds met as one, exactly. 

I file this exciting and true post under "country life" and "anything else I care to think about." Also under "concealed carry." Better safe than sorry, what?

Mind how you go,

LSP

Solar Power

It's freezing here in rural Texas, you can see your breath. Yesterday was different of course, shorts, shirtsleeves, porchlife, then the climate changed.

Yes, we haven't paid the weather tax and now we're suffering the onset of a new ice age. This means at least one thing, we need a limitless supply of energy to keep warm in the frigid blast, but where to get it?

From space, obviously. The time's come to build a solar power plant in geosynchronous orbit to collect the light of the sun and beam it back to Ice Age America. Think of the benefits. 

It's very green, almost inexhaustible, and free from terrorist attack. Not easy for Jihadists from Saudi to creep up into space and smash the solar power cells in a fit of koranic fanaticism. And there's an added bonus.

It can be used as a weapon. For example, Macron, Hillary and the Podestas are leaving an NWO cabal meeting at, say, Bohemian Grove. 

They've just decided to make themselves even richer than they were already by getting rid of borders, because they're so "fascist," all the while convincing everyone that transphobia's the greatest "civil rights issue of our time."

"Hahaha, stupid proles," they think, full of delicious spirit cooking while climbing into the backseat of the Bentley Turbo. Then... Zzzzappp! Sorry guys, the Green Beam gotcha. Win some, lose some.

Well, we live and hope.

SPACE FORCE,

LSP