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Got up to a beautiful day yesterday. Sunshine, birds singing, green grass growing. I just don’t get much better than that. I putted around doing chores and stuff. Decided to kick the cows south, across the road, as that grass has been growing good. Usually, I don’t kick anything south until there are not much chances of storms, but the weather had been so nice and there really isn’t that big of a bunch, so I rode Mijo around the fences and patched up a few and made a note of where I had to come back with major fence fixing supplies. Almost done and Chance showed up on Grumpy, a 5 year old colt. And neither one was too happy! I just don’t think them boys were in harmony with each other!
We headed back to the house, and shoved the cows across. Chance mentioned they needed to go to town for some stuff. So while I had him captive we went and hauled the lick barrels down south for the cows to find and then we headed over to drag a dead heifer out of the dam. She had went in back in November evidently and just now surfaced. I’m afraid the other one is in there also, that has been missing since then, but so far she hasn’t showed up.
We got her out and drug to a better spot for the carrion eaters. I came in the house and decided to look at the weather and shoot! They were predicting 6 inches of snow and fairly high winds coming in last night thru’ today. So we rode back and got the cows, all but one who had a new calf. The cows trotted right back and I went back about 5:30 and got the cow with the new calf.
Woke up to snow this morning and wet mud! I think the ol’ girls would have been okay down there as there are a few trees and such, but better safe than sorry.
It’s a wet soggy world out there this morning!
Just talked to one of the guys who I run yearling’s for, and life ain’t good for them or their neighbors. If you got any extra prayers, send some their way!
I went to Rapid today to see the tooth vet. Met up with Kass and the two gandson’s, Lige and Gabe. After our dentist appointment we went and ate and ran out and looked at kyaks. I’d like to have one, but I don’t want to pay what they want for one. Kass said she’d look for a used one for me.
Dentist told me I needed some teeth worked on. Imagine that!
Snowed a little off and on today, but melted, mostly as it hit. Didn’t seem to phase the cows and calves too much! If it ain’t a blizzard, they ain’t impressed! 🙂

He nailed it!
Once bad guys know where to find the nodes of our way of life, then that way becomes very fragile.
In the past, the cops, a small percentage of the citizens, were enough to keep the few bad guys in line or in prison, because most of the rest of the citizens were, by upbringing, moral creatures who valued honesty, courtesy, their families, their culture and their country. Part of that upbringing taught youth to respect the law, the rights of others and policemen. Neighbors and teachers pounced on budding juvenile delinquents, carrying them home to parents who appreciated information about their kids’ misbehavior and dealt with the offensive child immediately.
Forty years of the Great Society (spit) have smashed that way of living, creating a mass of me first’ers and feral non-producers that even the most diligent police force/criminal justice system can’t deal with without the full support of the community, and the Left has seen to it that more and more of the citizenry cede responsibility for every facet of their lives to some government organization rather than be fully involved in the community.
The fact is that an open, free society becomes vulnerable when its citizens no longer take full responsibility for their own lives and community, when they are no longer their brothers’ keepers in the family, the upbringers of their children nor the caretakers of their aging parents. They become consumers rather than contributors to the community and treat the wonders created by the free society as so much low hanging fruit to be grabbed before the other guy gets it.
Without a fully responsible and moral citizenry, there aren’t enough cops or manhole locks to stop this sort of thing, unless we want to live in a nightmarish police state where every person’s moves are monitored and restricted, where every action must be approved by a bureaucrat, where an agency decrees what happens to every citizen in every facet of his or her life.
In an America of another day, a posse of citizens would hunt down criminals and justice was sure and swift; now we just go on plucking the low hanging fruit, expecting others to take care of the problem. When the gauzy web of our civilization is rent, and the low hanging fruit is gone, things are going to get ugly very quickly, because a couple generations of the population has been living off the low hanging fruit, and hasn’t a clue how to live without a cell phone, air conditioning, entitlements from ‘free’ health care to a new car at age sixteen, welfare checks and all that food that grows in Kroger’s.
Lt. Col. Gen. Tailgunner dick
Got up to 71 or so yesterday. Cindy and I hooked the team up and went up west and did some fencing. Until we came to the creek. Then we turned around and came home. Seems Cindy didn’t care for the idea of a water crossing!
She had some job training to do, so went in to town in the late afternoon. Only they couldn’t do it, so it was somewhat of a wasted trip. Other than I got a few things I needed and we ran into a cousin and his wife we don’t see all that often. Had a good visit.
But she was still a little cranky about driving in to town when she didn’t need too!
I sure feel sorry for who ever screwed up and will suffer her wrath. Don’t get me wrong. She’s a wonderful woman, but as Red Skelton once said about his wife, “Where she spits, grass don’t grow!” 😉
Chance brought the boys up for Gramma to baby set and helped me get the cows in. We sprayed them all with ivomec wormer. Some are kind of scratchy looking. We also cut the roping cattle that were still bulls. Should be advertising them for sale I guess. Or haul them to a sale. Sure is a nice day out there! Unless your a bull I just cut!
Came in an email, so there is no way to check this but it sure wouldn’t surprise me!
Received this from a Retired Marine Colonel who still has close
friends who got the real story.
Semper Fi
PJJ
From a retired Marine friend who has contacts through his civilian
job in Washington .
This is not a surprise to any of us who were wondering how 4 pirates
could hold off a Navy destroyer.
SF Nick
Having spoken to some SEAL pals here in Virginia Beach yesterday and
asking why this thing dragged out for 4 days, I got the following:
1. BHO wouldn’t authorize the DEVGRU/NSWC SEAL teams to the scene
for 36 hours going against OSC (on scene commander) recommendation.
2. Once they arrived, BHO imposed restrictions on their ROE that
they couldn’t do anything unless the hostage’s life was in “imminent”
danger
3. The first time the hostage jumped, the SEALS had the raggies all
sighted in, but could not fire due to ROE restriction
4. When the navy RIB came under fire as it approached with supplies,
no fire was returned due to ROE restrictions. As the raggies were
shooting at the RIB, they were exposed and the SEALS had them all
dialed in.
5. BHO specifically denied two rescue plans developed by the
Bainbridge CPN and SEAL teams
6. Bainbridge CPN and SEAL team CDR finally decide they have the
OpArea and OSC authority to solely determine risk to hostage. 4
hours later, 3 dead raggies
7. BHO immediately claims credit for his “daring and decisive”
behaviour. As usual with him, it’s BS.
So per our last email thread, I’m downgrading Oohbaby’s performace to
D-. Only reason it’s not an F is that the hostage survived.
Read the following accurate account.
c
Philips’ first leap into the warm, dark water of the Indian Ocean
hadn’t worked out as well. With the
Bainbridge in range and a rescue by his country’s Navy possible,
Philips threw himself off of his
lifeboat prison, enabling Navy shooters onboard the destroyer a clear
shot at his captors – and none
was taken.
The guidance from National Command Authority – the president of the
United States ,
Barack Obama – had been clear: a peaceful solution was the only
acceptable outcome to this standoff
unless the hostage’s life was in clear, extreme danger.
The next day, a small Navy boat approaching the floating raft was
fired on by the Somali pirates – and
again no fire was returned and no pirates killed. This was again due
to the cautious stance assumed by
Navy personnel thanks to the combination of a lack of clear guidance
from Washington and a mandate
from the commander in chief’s staff not to act until Obama, a man
with no background of dealing with
such issues and no track record of decisiveness, decided that any
outcome other than a “peaceful
solution” would be acceptable.
After taking fire from the Somali kidnappers again Saturday night,
the onscenecommander decided
he’d had enough.
Keeping his authority to act in the case of a clear and present
danger to the hostage’s
life and having heard nothing from Washington since yet another
request to mount a rescue operation
had been denied the day before, the Navy officer – unnamed in all
media reports to date – decided
the AK47 one captor had leveled at Philips’ back was a threat to the
hostage’s life and ordered the
NSWC team to take their shots.
Three rounds downrange later, all three brigands became enemy KIA and
Philips was safe.
There is upside, downside, and spinside to the series of events over
the last week that culminated in
yesterday’s dramatic rescue of an American hostage.
Almost immediately following word of the rescue, the Obama
administration and its supporters claimed
victory against pirates in the Indian Ocean and [1] declared that the
dramatic end to the standoff put
paid to questions of the inexperienced president’s toughness and
decisiveness.
Despite the Obama administration’s (and its sycophants’) attempt to
spin yesterday’s success as a result
of bold, decisive leadership by the inexperienced president, the
reality is nothing of the sort.
What should have been a standoff lasting only hours – as long as it
took the USS Bainbridge and its
team of NSWC operators to steam to the location – became an
embarrassing four day and counting
standoff between a ragtag handful of criminals with rifles and a U.S.
Navy warship.
From Sue. A very smart lady.
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A number of people have requested that I distribute this to everyone. In this paper, I attempt to address all of the complicated and interrelated factors that need to be addressed when dealing with the problems created by a ban on the transportation or processing of horses. Please let me know if I have missed something.
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Here is the Summary from the paper:
Can you see it?
How about now?
Ahh, there it is!
