The Bundy family.
Ranchers who’ve grazed the same area of STATE property for over a hundred years. The federal government wants them and their cows off the property. The federal government says it wants them off the property to protect a rare tortoise, the same tortoise the federal government euthanizes on a regular basis to control its growing population.
So what could be the actual reason that the bureau of land management sent armed agents and snipers to intimidate the citizens of Clarke county?

Enter liberal democrat Harry Reid and his son Rory.
Yes, this bastion of liberal ideals, defender of the working man and protector of the less fortunate has made a deal. A deal worth millions to him and his family.
It seems the Chinese government wants to build a solar plant right there in Clark County near Las Vegas where the Bundys and others just happen to graze their cows. Little Rory has inked the deal, dad Harry gets the land, with the help of the BLB ( headed by Harry’s former chief of staff ) and the ranchers of Nevada get the shaft.
Where are NBC, CBS, ABC, CNN? If some nutcase had taken over farmhouse and started shooting at IRS agents, do you think they would be there?
Of course they would. But let an asshole who happens to be a Senator take over the Federal Bureau of land management to harass a private citizen with armed agents for the purpose of partnering and profiting with the Chinese government, well that’s just not the news.

Pick a name, if their in this regime, their crooked.
It’s sad. We’ve allowed this to happen. Yup, we the people sit back and let these powers tell us what to think, tell us what to do. Even at the point of a rifle.
It seems we’ve become Mr. Buddy’s cows, or worse, the Desert Tortoise.
JoDon

Reporters with out Borders recently published their freedom index for 2014. The good old U.S.A. didn’t fair so well.

Number 46, down 13 spots from 2012, just ahead of Haiti. Thank God. 

Where is the outrage? Nothing from the “media”?

According to the report, here is where we fail: 

— Pluralism, meaning the representation of different views in the media; — Independence of the media vis-à-vis political, economic, religious and military centres of power; — Quality of the legislation governing the media; — Transparency of the bodies regulating the media; — Performance of the infrastructure supporting the media; — Overall climate for freedom of information.

I guess as long as they tow the line for the regime their silence will be bought and paid for.

http://rsf.org/index2014/en-index2014.php#

Is it just me or does the Facebook phenomenon seem to be just a bit too much?

 It doesn’t work well with other apps, It takes up precious time with petty and frivolous crap.

“Social Networking” ?

Maybe it’s just me.

It’s been too long since our last journey to Maine. What a special place.
With the advancements in technology being what they are, I’ve lost many of the shots I took yesterday but was able to find a few, so here they are.

Posting from the iPhone has it’s challenges. 😉

The approaching storm has cooled things off quite a bit. It has been pretty warm. After all, we are in the dog days of summer!
The evening shower is welcomed and much needed.
Sitting on the back porch, enjoying the rain and the rolling rumble I’m reminded of my grand mother Ruby’s home in Baton Rouge.
Grandma Ruby had one of those huge, at least it seemed that way at the time, screened in front porches. There was a metal lawn chair and a glider. These days you’ll find them in the Frontgate catalog in the retro section made in China , and be ready to melt your credit card.
These were the real deal. Comfortable and cool, with just the right amount of squeak .
I’d spend many a afternoon or evening swinging on that glider, enjoying a breeze and recharging from just being a kid at grandma’s.
At some point there was an afternoon when one of those summer thunderstorms caught me out on that screened porch.
I was happy. At peace . Relaxed. It was good.

When we purchased this home, the first thing to do was get the screened in patio in order. It’s not a front porch, sadly that’s gone out of style, but a large area, protected from the Mosquitos and full of green growing stuff.
So here Beaux and I sit, listening to the rain and thunder….. Wishing I had that glider.

Jd

Well, my friends, all good things must come to an end.

So it is with our escape from the weird  real world. 

The sad part of the story is ( as is usually the case) the ending.

It seems some sort of computer thingy (what the folks at American actually called it) on our 757 went on the blink. So they went out and got a new one, GREAT, but wait. the FFA or FAA or somebody had to sign off on the switcheroo. That took hours.We missed the next two connecting flights to Nederland International but luckily their is one more. The last train out of town as it were.

So, here we sit, waiting on Billy Bob to finish spraying the sorghum and swing by here to pick us up and drop us home.  Thats o.k. it could have been worse. The computer thingy could have crapped out in flight (probably the pilots i-pod) or we could be stranded in Newark. Been there done that.

So with that the story ends…almost. We still have to find a way to get our luggage on that Ag-Wagon!

I love the signage along Freemont street.