Cow Business

I bought a cow today…well, part of a cow, anyway. I bought shares in “a cow” who is a member of the production team on a small dairy farm near here. I bought one milk share and one cream share. Each share entitles me to a gallon of production a week, for fifty dollars a month.

Sharing cows is probably the only way for most people to get the wholesome raw milk they desire in those areas where sale of raw milk is against the law. Around here, they are called “condo cows,” but the idea is pretty much the same everywhere. An individual purchases shares in the livestock, making them owners, since there is no law against owners consuming the raw milk from their own cows.

THE SOURDOUGH IN 2006:

I came across this post and thought you might enjoy reading what I was writing about a couple of years ago. Enjoy.

Decisions, Decisions…

I couldn’t decide whether to show you this or this, so I decided to just let you make your own choices.

The residential streets here are solid ice, but Alaskans get to use studded tires, so we don’t see very much of the first video. (I thought the rather plaintive cry for help was particularly touching…)

And, I can think of a few Alaskan men who should have been in the running for the second little offering.

Enjoy. (Or not.)

That Sound You Hear…

…is my palm hitting my forehead. Can you BELIEVE this??? What do you plan to be doing 7.6 billion years or so from now? And, what, pray tell, do these nitwits THINK will happen to the earth when the sun dies? They are either seriously overpaid, or they REALLY need to fire their headline writer. “Hope Dims…??” Oy, my brisket.

Check the link at the right, the one about Alaskan Facts. Then Check THIS. Oh, my…

Pass The Salt

Tuesday night I realized that nothing, not even McCain, could be as harmful to our country as those two “Democrats” still in the race for president, and perhaps even worse, their respective spouses. I use the term “Democrats” loosely for they are Democrats only in party registration. Philosophically, they are both communists. Obama is a “Chicago Union Mafia” Communist while Clinton is a Soviet Marxist Communist. Both would destroy American liberty and the free enterprise system, and laugh about it.

J.R. Diekman, The New Media Journal

I may have to eat my words. Of course, like swallowing my pride or biting my tongue, these dietary supplements are guaranteed to contain no calories, carb grams, or dangerous chemicals, and it shouldn’t leave a mark. With a little salt, perhaps, they might go down fairly easily.

There are times when we make statements that, at the time we make them, not only make sense, but express our opinions and feelings clearly and decisively. Stating that John McCain, being no kind of Conservative, could not have my vote, was one of these times.

fBut, if, by the time the Republican convention is over, no LEADER has come forward to shoulder the burden of the Presidency, I intend to mark my ballot in John McCain’s column. The reason for this is obvious.

If you take a look at the Democrat candidates, you see that skin and sex aside, there is not a nickel’s worth of difference between them. If you are wondering why they never attack each other on policy or ideology, it’s because they both stand for the same things. A Communist in Progressive’s clothing, or dressed up as merely a Lefitst liberal, is still a Communist. If you have trouble deciding just what it is that makes Communisim so scary, let me refresh your memories:

They believe that a strong, centralized government is the answer to all the nation’s problems.

They believe that no one is entitled to keep his wages and the things acquired by those wages, but that such income should be taxed away from the earner and given to the “victim” groups, and you know who you are.

They believe that there is no tax too high, no entitlement too frivolous, no regulation too senseless or too restrictive to be made into law.

They believe that you should be punished for “thought crimes,” and that these crimes are always the fault of the White male, and must be punished severely, usually with confiscation of property and/or income.

They believe that the Constitution, instead of being a concrete code of justice, is a “living, breathing document” subject to change at the whim of any judge.

They believe America is evil and should be punished for being so wealthy, free, and prosperous.

You get my drift.

So. Even though I still think John McCain is NOT a good choice, he may be our ONLY choice if we want to stop the Clinton-Obama Alinsky-style of surrender to their dream of a Communist workers’ paradise.

My advice to any of you who believe this is a desperate situation is this: Take your salt shakers, sprinkle the contents generously on your words, and VOTE LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT, for it most certainly does.

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Al Gore’s Last Stand

Why didn’t whoever (CONCERNED ENVROMENTAL ACTIVIST) put that sign up there take away that tire carcass? Or, is that the concern of the OTHER branch of Mother Nature’s Little Helpers?

OH. MY. GOSH.

I haven’t laughed this hard in a long, long time. Take the time to scroll through this page, and if you get through it without at least snickering, let me know, so I can call the EMT’s to come and check your pulse.

Skatekeys and Pencil Cases

Remember waxed-paper bread wrappers? I had an oil-fired cooking range with a flat cast-iron top, similar to an old woodstove, and I used to cook right on top of it. I cleaned it with a grill brick and then rubbed it all over with a waxed-paper bread wrapper.

Remember when bottle tops had cork inserts inside? We used to carefully pry these cork liners out, put the cap on the front of our shirts, and press the liner back in from the back of the fabric, to create “pins.”

Remember the little red pill that came in the brick of white goo we called “margarine?” (“Nucoa” was my mom’s brand of choice) I can remember being the lucky guy who got to break that little pill and spread it through the goo by massaging it with my bare hands. When it was finished, it looked and tasted like…you guessed it: greasy yellow goo trying to masquerade as butter.

Remember when beer came in STEEL cans? Can’t you just see some guy in a tavern showing off by smashing one of them on his forehead? LOL! A REAL man could bend one in one hand, but I don’t think I ever saw anybody stupid enough to smash one on his forehead. Aluminum cans came along, and everybody could look like Charls Atlas, even the girls. We used to lay them on the ground and stomp on them, which made them curl up around our shoes. Then we could clack around and sound like horses.

Roller skates for outdoors (called “sidewalk” skates) had steel wheels. They were adjustable by using a key,

a small wrench that had a couple of different holes in it to simplify adjusting the size. One used the wrench to loosen the nut on the bottom of the skate, adjusted the skate’s length, then tightened the nut back up. The key was also used to tighten the clamps that gripped the front of the shoe to keep the skate on the foot. We could never afford to buy our own skates, so we just borrowed the neighbors’. You could buy a new skate key in the “dime store” for a nickel.

Indoor skates had composition or hard rubber wheels, and were lace-up shoe-skates. They looked much cooler, of course. My girlfriend and I skated two nights a week, and had all the partners we ever wanted. Talk about fun.

And, who could forget those red plaid lunch boxes with the real thermos jug inside? With the GLASS liner? Can’t you just see the nannystate crybabies allowing GLASS in a child’s lunch box today? And, a metal box, at that. (Those metal boxes made handy weapons, come to think of it. Except, it was easy to break the handle off if you wielded it just right, and of course, it always broke that glass thermos liner…)

Real metal scissors in kindergarten? Wooden rulers with metal edges? Pencil boxes that looked like big, fat red pencils, with a huge pink rubber eraser?…

…just thought you might enjoy a little trip down nostalgia lane…

Some Observations

So, when the cooling of the earth becomes more noticeable, are all these hysterical worriers going to believe it’s because of all the wonderful things they did (or didn’t do) to stop Gorebal warming??

ROCKET SCIENTIST HAS MEMORY LAPSE

This guy is either trying to be really clever, or he is too dumb to take up space.

OVERCOOKED OVEREMOTIONS

One does have to wonder what St. Barack of Obama will do when he has to go potty…

SOME GOOD NEWS…

The U.S. Navy fired a missile that successfully brought down the crippled satellite. Go, NAVY!!

…AND SOME REALLY SCI-FI NEWS

How would you like to have one of these babies hooked up to your iPod?

But, What About Siberia??

One thing alone stands against the Greens. The SCIENCE does not support them. Their sense of moral superiority, their contempt for all things modern, their resistance to all forms of energy except the weakest —wind and solar — and at the very heart of the Greens’ message is a contempt and hatred for the human race.

Are you as tired of the constant human-caused global warming drumbeat as I am? I thought so. All those monotonous repetitions of “climate change” (they have to say this now that things are cooling off instead of warming up, and much faster than they expected); and the “uncertain futures” for all that poor, unfortunate wildlife and nature.

And, comfort for humans–we evil, opposable-thumbed, thinking, toilet-paper-using, electronic-gadget worshipping, SUV-driving bipeds, is obviously not even considered, probably because we can use computers and shower every day. We don’t deserve to be warm. It’s our fault that the polar bears are riding on the ice floes, but we don’t count when the warming turns on, or the benefits of a warmer climate are considered. (I doubt that these people believe there is even one benefit to be derived from warmer temperatures, even though they love to eat the foods made from the crops that thrive in that warmer weather.)

It’s not like we need a little warmer climate for our crops, or for our health, or anything like that. Of course not. Most of those crybabies live in warm climates to begin with. What do they care about the benefit and improved lifestyle for those of us who live in places like Alaska, Sweden, Norway, or Siberia?? Apparently, we are not entitled to warmer weather north of the 40th parallel.

The idea that human beings, by their individual actions, choices, and behaviors, can have an effect on the climate of the world is so prideful, so hubristic, so ignorant that it defies logical expression. One need only watch the next volcanic eruption, earthquake, tsunami, or forest fire to realize that Mother Nature does not pay even the slightest attention to what we do. We may make a temporary, local effect with our constructions, but believe me, when nature wants it all back, NATURE WILL TAKE IT ALL BACK, and there won’t be a single thing we puny humans will be able to do to stop it.

Since we humans (especially Americans) are the supposed evil source of all that theoretical warming in the first place, we are treated like redheaded stepkids, and taxed, regulated, blamed, abused, and left out of any benefits that might accrue from the warming of the climate. The wildlife, the icecaps are the only things in the equation worth worrying about, according to these zealots. Too bad the climate not only ISN’T warming, it’s cooling. Al Gore made his move at exactly the right time.

I’ve always wondered why weenie-whining envirowahckos don’t set the example. If they are so convinced that humans are the cause of the polar bears’ woes, why don’t they start making a beeline for the nearest exit? Why aren’t they lining up for a turn on Kervorkian’s deadly machine? But, alas, no. Like all selfish, immature, and ignorant adolescents, they would rather run around with their hands in the air, squealing about “melting iceaps” and “uncertain futures” and demand that the rest of us stop having children, go vegan, use one square of toilet paper, turn off all our lights, walk to work, and generally act like they do, just so they can feel important. (Not to mention all the fortunes to be made by enviromental groups.)

I have a better idea for these people. Why don’t they actually do some research, study the real science, and learn a few FACTS before they go off like roman candles over my juicy steak, bright lights, and big car? Here are some real, honest to goodness facts for them to start with.