Lights on at the Tavern? WTH…?
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Lights on at the Tavern? WTH…?
Hey Fellow Taverneers, Someone once said, “Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated.” I don’t remember who, and as I finally have a kick back day, I’m too lazy to look it up. Several of my good friends here on the platform, loved ones in reality, have checked up on me to make sure I’m OK, since I’ve been silent for a bit. Well, I am OK, and I appreciate so much the concern. It warms the old heart. North Carolina, where I live, has fairly decent winters; not too cold, and not too warm, and, for the last 5 years, we’ve had no snow at all to speak of; dustings at most, where a few wind driven flakes blow around and melt upon lighting on the ground. This winter we got hit with freaking Siberian arctic blasts, dropping temperatures down to single digits, and on top of that, we’ve had three snows. As I heat my almost 100 year old home with a wood stove, I’ve been kept on the run just trying to keep from freezing to death. DISCLAIMER: Alright, alright, I know some of you live in places where Springtime is below zero, with gigantic snows as a matter of course, and, if you think me a “whiner” well, OK, duly noted; I’ll shut up. The distillery (from where I retired a couple of years back) has had some big projects, for which I’ve been taken out of mothballs and returned to semi-active duty. My son in the US Virgin Islands and his bride are expecting a baby girl the end of this month, so I’m going to be a Grandpa again. The hospital on St. Thomas is, how can I politely put it?, medically challenged, so the kids decided to have the baby up here, where we are close to one of the best children’s hospitals in the Southeast. So my daughter in law moved up here in January, since she is not allowed to fly after the middle of that month, and old Pops was enlisted to help—not a complaint, just an observation. My son is still in the islands working, until the end of February, when they plan to induce labor. Then he’ll head back here for the birth and a month’s paternity leave. So I haven’t just been sitting around enjoying my vast fortune…or perhaps I have, if you consider said vast fortune to not be related in the least bit to money or financial wealth. When it comes to family and friends (take a bow y’all) I’m richer than Bill Gates and Jeff Bezos put together, and I’m better looking too. 😉 Alright, enough about me. On the podcast forum today, Fancyflora23 posted the following: “What if the corruption discovered by Musk leads to them deploying the 87,000 agents because 1/3 of the American people will stop paying their taxes. Kind of like people who refused to take the poison?” Now, I subscribe to VM’s maxim, “Consider everything that comes out of DC or the mainstream news media to be a lie, and work back from there.” So I don’t know how much of what all Musk is doing, has been doing, is supposedly doing, or not doing at all is true or not. It’s no stretch that our government is more corrupt than all the Banana Republics combined, and, they have spent and misspent and profited wildly from their earnings from robbing us. That’s no secret to anybody. But I responded to Fancyflora23 with something that she triggered in my cobweb shrouded memory, and that is, I’ve spent a fair amount of time in my life traveling in Mexico, and also working in Honduras, and, I have visited many ancient Meso-American archaeological sites. From the Zapotec and Mixtec Indian sites in Oaxaca, Mexico, to the impressive Mayan sites in the Yucatán down into Central America, one thing they all had in common: the ruling classes and the priests forced the common folk to build huge pyramids, palaces, observatories, altars, all kinds of elaborate construction projects for centuries, and mostly with stone age tools, and no beasts of burden. The people were also obliged to furnish their “betters” with food and other sustenance (kind of like a primitive picture of where we are today, don’t you think?). Most of these cultures ended, not due to famine, disease, war, or foreign invasion, but because the people got tired of caring for their slavish masters, and simply up and moved away, completely abandoning them! There was a lot more land to where entire populations could move away to in those days. Not so now, but the US equivalent would be if the American tax base just stopped paying taxes. That was the beautiful, wistful mental graphic I took from Fancyflora23. If we cut off ALL the money to the politicians, I wonder how many would remain “public servants?” That would be the modern day equivalent of our whole population just up and moving away, like the cultures of antiquity. I know I’d be more likely to find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow before that would ever happen, but like good old Jesse Jackson used to say, “Keep hope alive!” Well, It’s “boot heels to be wandering” time. See y’all for happy hour at the tavern. Missed y’all/love y’all, and thank you for caring.
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