Try Not To Be Sick

 

You know the old saying, "I support the science!" and its answer, "No you don't, you support the Democrat party." Point being, it's remarkable to me that so many cling with such religious fervor to the two party paradigm of yesteryear. And they do, old habits die hard but what's the reality?

Being in power and coining it off the asset-stripping globalization of America. The two party myth is just that, a myth. LL puts it succinctly:

This is no longer about Democrat vs Republican. We’ve been well past that for a long time. When President Trump was elected, it threw a monkey wrench into the systemic globalization of America. That’s why the Republican leadership of the House and Senate (Ryan and Boehner) turned on him and stifled his agenda when Republicans owned majorities in both houses of Congress. The people have turned on Brandon/Ho and the numbers show it – but can they keep the momentum going long enough? It all remains to be seen. Will Nipah be released to disrupt the 2024 elections? Don’t underestimate our masters.

Remember that? Ryan and Boehner doing their damndest to sabotage a President who had the brazen, literal temerity to say he wanted to make working class Americans more prosperous and, while we're at it, throw out the gravy train trough our rulers were/are swilling from.

How dare 45 impact the bottom line. What. A. Nazi. And corporate sponsored rainbows will make everyone richer as migrant labor floods the country. Hands across the aisle, let's keep the serfs down and ourselves high on the hog. Martha's Vineyard mansions all 'round and don't mention central banks, debt at interest and war.

Note US Javelin in Fascist Ukraine

That in mind, one savant in the oil and gas industry put it like this, "The problem with debt is that someone, eventually, wants to get paid back." Or, in the late Thatcher's words, what happens "when you run out of other people's money?"

I suggest, influential international readership, that the people with guns will take over. In the UK that'd be a small but select crew, unless Latvia, Belarus or the Ukraine takes you over, which they might. Big vodka, not a bad result. Here in the US? Things might be more... complicated. OK, I'm apocalyptic, but hey, ESCHATON.

Your Old Pal,

LSP

Go For A Drive And Visit The Flock

In the old days you'd walk around the parish and visit people, now you climb into the rig and head out to the county. But I'm not complaining, it's good to drive around Hill County on a spring day, everything's green, the sun shines and all seems well with the world in its central Texan aspect.

Eureka

I passed through Eureka on the back route to Itasca, which was settled after the Civil War and was never very large; now it's smaller, being pretty much a cemetery and some grain bins. The cemetery's on ground owned by the same family since the 1870s, curiously. Then on through the rural Itascan dystopia.

Itasca

Saying that, Itasca does have Karen's and a great new Amish(?) deli, as well as the usual falling down warehouses and boarded up shops. But there's a number of towns here that aren't much more than an historical marker or cemetery; the people, businesses and industry moved on along with the use of the land itself. 

Blanton

Sometimes I'll stop to explore an abandoned house that's returning to nature and I did today, in what was once Blanton. It's eerie, looking at the abandonment, but don't get lost in the thought of the thing and step on a snake, that'd be an error.

 A Dwarf Surfboard?

Blanton prospered in the 1880s and '90s, boasting 150 residents, a school, two doctors, a mason,  blacksmith, shopkeepers, numerous churches, a cotton gin, gristmills and a cemetery. 

Sic Transit

Then the Texas and Brazos Valley Railway bypassed the town in the early 1900s and the place declined. There's little left now.

Fast

Still, it's a tranquil place to gaze out on the countryside from the tailgate with one of Karen's bean and brisket burritos but not today, no bean and brisket because of the Lenten fast. Well, absence makes the heart grow fonder, and after a short no burrito stopover in bucolic Blanton I drove to Whitney via 934/933, enjoying the countryside.

Only to end back at the County Seat and the Tractor Supply Company, where they're selling chicks. Scientists, who are experts, tell us that these are the descendants of mighty dinosaurs. 

Unfazed by this, people buy the fluffy little birds for backyard chicken operations, so there'll be no shortage of eggs here come the Eschaton.

God bless,

LSP