Those Pesky Farmers

 

It's weird and perverse, all these people who grow our food don't want to be taxed into oblivion and shut down by our beloved rulers so that their farms can be bought up for pfennigs in the Euro. What's wrong with them, don't they know their ludicrous "farming" efforts are destroying our climate and the profits of our Green Overlords?

Apparently not, which is why they're revolting all over Garden Europa. France, Brussels, Germany, you name it, there's all these people in tractors blockading cities, airports, highways and government buildings saying enough is enough.

Who can blame them and it's reminiscent of the truckers' drive on Ottawa, which prompted the loathed Premier of Canada to throw the truckers in gaol, confiscate their bank accounts and declare an unconstitutional national state of emergency so he could hold onto the power he so apparently craves.

You despicable little bankster mountebank

Maybe Brussels will react in the same way, along with its member states because rainbow climate freedom and tolerance. Who knows, and I call good luck with that. In the meanwhile, Petit Roi Macron dines with monarchy in Sweden as the Rainbow Stasi fires rubber bullets against farmers in Brussels.

Hey, it's all OK as long as we pay our Weather Tax, get vaxxed, and trans our kids in the nearest rainbow Mengele clinic, do that and everything's just fine. No more farms for you, proles, or meat, or gender. No, you will be sexless drones of the Rainbow UberHive and think yourselves lucky while you're at it. After all, you've saved fragile Mother Gaia by making our rulers even richer than they already are.

Word to the wise, don't piss off the farmers, they make your food.

Cheers,

LSP

SNOW

 

It's freezing here, literally freezing. Biting wind cuts through the icy boulevards of this once prosperous Texan farming community. Yes, once prosperous, but someone forgot to pay their Weather Tax and now our Old Enemy is exacting its revenge.

Lake Whitney

Snow, ice, bitter wind and glowering, leaden grey skies. Very little moves, how could it, it's frozen, and worse is yet to come. Weather Seers are predicting an ice storm will hit this erstwhile cotton town later tonight.

A typical Compound room scene

We'll see who and what survives the latest attack by General Winter, who knows. But one thing is certain, we stand firm, resolute, unbroken before our ancient adversary, no, we will not pay the tax. Speaking of which, some of you may have noticed the curious twists and turns of Lib Logic.

This is what happens to your library and writing room when you don't pay the dam tax

As in, it's colder now because it's hotter, which is why you have to pay us moar money so you'll be trans DEI richer.

See you on the other side,

LSP