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Month: May 2017

A room with a view

I didn’t figure the Monk would be up for resuming the Great Foundation and Screen Porch Project until later this week. But when he texted this morning to say he’d be here, all was good. It’s the most gorgeous day of the year so far. If he’s up for it, I’m up for it. We’ve certainly had the best day’s progress. First, the Monk tore out the most rotted corner. This corner was already well-supported by temporary posts and jacks. Once the corner was off, we placed the first permanent support. Well, not quite permanent because when the floor beams…


Monday links

  • The cannabis entrepreneurs preparing to fight Jeff Sessions’ renewed war on an herb. They think it might be a war of regulation and bureaucracy this time.
  • Kim du Toit muses on bedside guns.
  • Why did we hear so little about Turkish goons — employees of the dictator Erdogan — beating up peaceful American protestors? In America? I’m sure Erdogan’s thugs are just shaking in their jackboots that the U.S. State Department had a very strong and forceful hissy-fit after the fact. 11 Comments
  • And this, children, is why you never live in the country without a working vehicle

    So. This urgent need came up for me to get to the Big City. I mean the Actual Big City (hereinafter ABC) as opposed to the place I laughingly call the big city (PILCTBC) or the cute little resort town (CLRT), the two places locals go to shop. I don’t currently have a working car. That has so far been no great problem. Yes, it’s been a gigantic grumple trudging on foot through the worst season the PNW has had in 30 years. But it’s not like I have to walk through Minnesota blizzards. It’s not like I even have…


    End-of-week links

  • The Infamous Weinerman pleads guilty. It’s off to a short prison term, then the sex-offender registry. Anybody taking bets on how long it’ll be before he’s doing it all again?
  • Good news, hobbyists. A court has shot down the FAA’s drone-registration requirement. OTOH, China is now requiring drone registration. So don’t move there. Oh yeah. And don’t fly one over my house, either.
  • More sheriff’s deputies who have neither courtesy nor good sense. 10 Comments
  • UNFINISHED: When Dog Chose Man

    A legend told by several Native American tribes goes something like this (both the picture and the words are my own interpretation): When the world was new and no one yet knew their place, God decided to divide Man from the other animals. He set Man on one side of a line and the rest of the animal kingdom on the other. Then he spoke and the line began to crack open. Soon it was a chasm, separating Man from all the rest. At the very last moment, just as the chasm was becoming impossibly wide, Dog made a rebel…


    Thursday links

  • Following Bob Owens’ suicide, there’ve been a lot of articles on the general theme of how men’s depression is different than women’s (generally true) and how men may be more reluctant to get help. What only one person has mentioned so far (and that over on the private Claire’s Cabal forums) is that if you’re a gun owner who asks for help you will be screwed six ways from Sunday. Smart gun owners do not dare let so-called mental-health professionals know they’re suffering. At the very least, they’ll lose their gun rights. And it’s not at all uncommon for cops to show up and kill them. Some “help” that is!
  • Yet another cop walks free on the “I’m a puling coward” defense. Betty Shelby argued that pre-emptive murder was part of her training. Besides, the dispensable “civilian” didn’t give her the instant obedience expected of the peasant class. 6 Comments
  • Aaaaaand then the departure of the Monk

    The Wandering Monk wandered in about 9:30. Limping, but not quite as much as I’d expected. He showed me pictures: three-inch gash; bone gleaming in the depths, but very little bleeding thanks to him having the good sense to avoid major veins and arteries while chopping himself with a machete. Good tool sharpening, too. The wound was as clean-edged as a paper cut. A very, very large papercut. But as straight as if drawn with a ruler. He offered to show me the real, live injury (which he has bandaged under tension but not stitched). I declined. Though he offered…


    Return of the Monk

    Got a text from The Wandering Monk yesterday afternoon. He swears he’ll be here bright and early this morning. And that he’ll be “80%” okay to work despite having chopped his leg with a machete on Saturday. We shall see. If he’s able to pull this off, I expect I’ll be called upon to do more minioning than usual. But the cold rain has finally abated and we have clear days ahead. I’m ready to get back to the Great Foundation and Screen Porch project. If 80% turns out to be overly optimistic, I may just call a halt to…


    Want to know how far the feds will go to trap people?

    This far. And farther, of course. The Intercept tells the story of how the FBI concocted a fake production company with a fake documentary crew to get the Bundys and their supporters to self-incriminate. Journalists and filmmakers rightly object when police and spies impersonate them. They ignore the fact that plenty of actual journalists over the decades have acted as government agents. Long, weird, twisted story. Worth a read, though, and worth heeding for any activist.