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... But criminal, violent, looting, racist, lemmings to decades of Democrat urban rule, lives,--- well, how could these ever matter nearly as much, as the ones the ueber left likes to refer to as Uncle Toms?
Ask the data sources, which of these two groups fill our jails, kill each other in droves, leave families fatherless (and dependent on the new daddy----the taxpayer), and show other such high character behaviors.
Can't make any of this up. But watch the full syndrome types try magically to spin it all away. And laughably to toss the R word about in their anger and virtue signaling.
Might make a nice chimney sign, on one of the Vierk castles. Readable from the street, side by side with the MAGA shtick. And a big picture of the big guy. And of his co-winner, VP Pence. No?
The other sign, could use a campaign poster from the local Dem Party headquarters. Taking a sign saying "Biden for PRESIDENT". And with a little cutting and pasting, we have, "Biden for RESIDENT---of an Assisted living Facility". Suited many when it was, "Hilary for PRISON"'.

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...on election campaign signage.
The Vierk manor house on the Estate rests close to the street out front, which leads to our ocean Bay. Decades ago, our Public Ways Committee work, saved over a dozen such roads, each providing access for all to the shores. Nearly as many have disappeared over the centuries, usually by the greed of abutting land owners, small town old girl and boy connections, and corruption/cooperation of town administrators.
So we get a lot of foot and bike traffic passing by. The garden veggies we put out for the community seem much appreciated, and many know of our civic volunteering efforts, as above. And of the presence of our intimidating, but friendly, 50+ Kg GS dog Bravo.
Do I digress a bit as I broadcast virtue? Don't you just hate it?
But back to the topic. The (mostly) Democrat political signs in this liberally governed town are starting to appear on our road. As usual, surveys show that the largely silent and non-voting electorate is actually in the majority. And so it goes.
But the shrill/often destructive and violent style of the few altlefties is clear to all with ears and eyes to perceive---except for the few Syndromics, VERY syndromic, who suffer from cognitive distortion and denial, of many sorts. NYC, Portland, Seatle, Chicago, and many others, clearly show the differences between the respectful and orderly gatherings of, say, Tea Party sorts, and the "progressive" lawless paid anarchist rioting on the left.
But there's much more occurring on more personal levels.
At it's worst, many have suffered assault for having MAGA hats on, if they happen to venture into the wrong places. And private property often gets ignored by these lefties, when they get that feeling in the bosom, and the urge to act out their virtue signalling moral sense of superiority. Don't just take my words for it. Sure, it can occur on all sides of political spectrums, as with the deranged 17 YO toting his AR. But those who don't see the HUGE imbalances, well, they are full Syndrome sorts.
At much lower levels, campaign signage gets taken down. And rocks get thrown, and windows broken. Grafitti painted on public and private property. There's been a big BLM sign at the top of this road. People of my ilk typically wouldn't think of removing that sign. Different strokes.
So I'd like to put a T-P sign on our chimney. Way on high.
But the world is full of lower class units, who threaten to tear off limbs, or pummel faces, or jab with hot pokers. Some raised in certain ways are quite capable of many interesting actions. Including bullying.
So the cautionary consideration. VERY cautionary. And one more tedious Vierk dissertation.

As the director of the prestigious Vierk Institute for the Study of Cognitive and Behavioral Political Disturbances, pride does come before the fall. Perhaps I was just a bit too smug about how well we had characterized the more severe forms of Thump Trump Derangement-Hilary Deficit Syndromes. After all, one need only to read a few postings/copy and posts from fake news sources, from the loony lefties here, for the usual displays of deep pathology. VERY deep.
But even I couldn't have predicted just how far the signs and symptoms can evolve.
Now here comes a Mz. Kathy Hochul, Lieutenant Gov. of Mr. Cuomo's Empire State of New York. In a full pander, virtue signalling, uncontrollable angry response to President Trump's belated (over a century) pardon of suffragette fighter, Susan B. Anthony, for her 1872 crime of trying to vote, one time House member Hochul had much to say.
She considers the act of the full pardon as somehow unforgivable. An unforgivable pardon, as it were.
Her reasoning is that, even though Miss Anthony broke the (then) laws by voting, "she did nothing wrong". Ghandi and womanizer/thesis plagiarizer MLK, would disagree, as fighting improper laws by breaking them first, then facing the music, was much in their style. VERY much
"His motives in granting this pardon cannot be for any good reason. Allow her to rest in peace.", quoth LG Hochul.
More in line with the most severe cases of TD-HD Syndrome visceral hate and distortions, this could not be. Even has me perplexed. I'm consulting with our epidemiologists, as perhaps we must consider a quite different disorder. And the emergent changes in our country will not please the alt-lefties.
Inclusion and diversity, all right. Of the least beneficial sorts, especially in the large cities.
Once again, the alt lefties confuse the politics of past times with those of today. Fits conveniently well with all their false, VERY false, narratives. Except, of course, for VP Biden's deep and rank real racism.
Live and learn.
Hope I'm not demoted, and lose my stuporvisory private, VERY private, access to all the hottie nubile interns.

Emotions are a strange thing; you never know what might trigger them, and it is quite often small -seemingly insignificant- things that stir them up unexpectedly.

The seemingly insignificant things that stirred my emotions recently were two packets of seeds; chive seeds, to be precise. I found them in the suitcase I bought last year to take on a trip that never happened. They would probably have remained forgotten and undiscovered indefinitely had my daughter not asked to borrow the suitcase, and I not checked to make sure it was empty before giving it to her.

I was supposed to be taking the seeds with me on the trip that never happened, and although there were several much more regrettable issues concerning its non-occurrence, the seeds are the most poignant reminder of a failed adventure.

Onions, we all know about, but who knew chives could make you cry?

Notes To Self on this undertaking to have a Home Of My Own!

4.5 acres unrefined Desert, on a plateau south of Mt Blanca, Colorado which is sacred to Navajo Nation.

...many reasons for such, rarely are they rational. Mostly based on fear, especially when the nonsense in a given blog is the blogger's own brand of pap, and not simply all lifted from some fake, VERY fake, leftie biased media source.
Most pathetic when this cowardly, anti-free speech move, follows repeated pummeling with more valid counter argument. At its worse when the pummeler's beard is more manly, and exceptionally gorgeous and terribly beautiful. Shucks. And I was just getting warmed up to start the challenge on, among others, an anti-Keenesian basis. But no need to do so.
Astute readers will see it all for the cumbayah commie, usual self-loathing, white guilt US HS teacher level silliness, it so truly is.
And my proletarian background will beat yours any day of the week, pal. And trying to use it to win an argument, simply by broadcasting working class "virtue", really does round out the shameless show.
Voelker hoert die Signale, auf zum letzten Gefecht. Die INTERNATIONALE, erkaempft das Menschenrecht.
Sing it out loud, Bimbo.

I moved with my parents to this farm dad owned when I was a baby. We kind of grew together. I have some memories when little, but more are what mom and dad told me. For some odd reason, I have no memories until I was 6 and started school in one of the last one room schools. Even then memories are scant. Bits here and there. I talk to others and they remember lots even to toddler ages.
I look at photos taken of the farm and that is how I see the changes.
When we moved here, this was a new house on the hill in the barren cow pasture. All the rest of the compound was down the hill past the barn. The only trees standing here were the old apple orchard and four big oak trees. Mom said they were going to name the farm Four Oaks.
Now there are 3 rotted stumps and one tree hanging on as hollow as I think my head is sometimes. But, too make up for it, those 4 seeded 20 million acorns over the decades. Now I walk around the yard and yank sprouted oaks everywhere. Do the squirrels EVER remember where they buried their winter stash?
When I was a child, we could look down hill across our fields to the neighbors. Now I can't see across the driveway. My parents fell for the idiots in the Conservation department.
Plant pines and have a retirement income. So with two knolls of blow sand, dad said yes to the concept. He bought thousands of seedlings, got the use of a planter from the department and away they went. Dad hooked it up to the tractor, mom sat in the planter and stuck trees in in nice rows. The centers of the two plantations to be were Jack pines. Not great trees , but fast growing to hold the knolls til the Red pines and spruces grew bigger.
The neighbor was happy and got into it too. He planted in the river bottoms. Guess floods lately killed most of his. He thought us blocking wind was good. One year he thanked dad for the oat crop. Too bad it was our oats that blew into his corn.
Some of those pines they planted on both sides of the long driveway and along the cliff overlooking the river by the new house. A couple went here and there. Mom said after they got some in, she told dad, need to move them farther out. They don't stay a foot high forever. Should have moved them a few more feet really. The ones on the cliff, and drive, mom pruned into hedges til she lost it. She told me that she would tell dad, unstick me. Seems the pine sap would glue her to the pruners. Now those pines all stand 30 feet tall.
In the plantations, Jack pines are all dying and falling over. The Red pines are a self pruning tree so many are more like poles than pines. They are dying along the driveway too. I am moving small spruce and planting to try to re-new the rows.
Anyway, now the old orchard is gone. The new house is now just the main house. And it is hiding in a jungle of trees, grape vines, weeds and whatever seeks to take over.
I try to keep a yard. Hack, chop, spray, pull, mow and wait for winter to kill it off or put it into hibernation. Maybe next spring I will win the fight. Tell myself that EVERY summer.
The old orchard was bulldozed by mom's orders. It was back into field. And inch by inch it became a meadow taken over by dewberry vines. What isn't mowed now has woods between the drive and meadow.
I sit and look and wonder. When did this all change? Guess years passed and I just went along for the ride. I remember mom telling me that dad and her used to go down in the river woods and prune trees. Finally mom asked dad, how does Germany do the Black Forest like a park. He said on weekends everyone went out to take care of it. She said well guess what,I quit. TWO people can't do this all. They should see what I call oak island now down there. Those oaks grew straight and thick and clean. So they did accomplish something.
I will settle for getting out the door without chopping my way out!

Monday morning is the number one part of the week when heart attacks occur.
Yep, when that alarm goes off, signalling, that the weekend is officially over, boom !

So, if you are reading this, you likely survived that challenge this week.
Thus, we survivors, should celebrate life, while we still can. Monday party time !
No politics, no religion, no arguments, no trolling, no hate allowed on this blog.

Bring your dance shoes & celebratory self.

Git down wit your funky self.