Wednesday July 17, 2013I decided to reactivate my Facebook account a couple of days ago. To my surprise, all this entailed was signing into my account which had been dormant since July of 2011. Aside from a few formatting changes, it’s as though I never left. It’s nice to reconnect with family and friends that use the site.
Consider this an update:
I’m older, uglier, meaner, walking on a bad knee, chewing and smiling with less teeth. But I chew and smile, nonetheless. I still milk cows every morning, currently three. We still have a semblance of a garden and raise food for the public: beef, chicken, pecans and grain crops. Also hay. I still love horses and watching them run and have acquired so many that it’s difficult to keep them properly fed, trained and cared for on my budget, a condition commonly referred to as being horse poor.
Leah still makes pottery and turns what milk I don’t drink into cheese. Our pantries overflow with canned goods, the freezers are full.
I’ve determined some people are good at turning work into money; I myself excel at turning money back into work.
I remain deeply troubled with my government and a society that would tolerate the shit they’re peddling.
The recent fiasco with Edward Snowden and the despicable way the press and our government have portrayed and persecuted this young man for doing his duty—informing the public of governmental illegalities and criminal behavior—really pisses me the fuck off.
Assholes, when you swore your oath, you swore to uphold the constitution of these United States and I damn well expect you to do just that. You work for us, motherfuckers. Not the other way around.
You should be ashamed of yourselves, but since you’re obviously not, I am ashamed for you.
As Ray Wylie Hubbard says Martin Luther King once said: The arc of the moral universe is long, but it swings toward justice.
I’d be quaking in my boots if I were you.