17 December 2022
I hate to break it to you but you no longer have a country. Countries have borders and we have none. Countries have laws that are enforced and obeyed by their government. WE DON’T! Our government is a lawless cartel of Marxists in our government that are bound and determined to destroy America. Our Southern border has vanished. US States that were once along that border have become part of Mexico thanks to the drug cartels and the Narco-Government of Mexico. The Mexican government is being paid to bus tens of thousands of illegal aliens to what was once a border by the drug cartels. The cartels are fleecing these illegal aliens for millions of dollars for the chance to cross that non-border. Worse than that there are likely hundreds, if not thousands, of criminals and potential terrorists amongst this flood of human debris. Even worse than that, there are literally tons of drugs coming across the Southern border. Even more worse, these drugs, mostly fentanyl, are killing 300+ Americans every day. Most of these drug deaths are young people. We are allowing a good portion of a generation of Americans to be murdered. None of this is by accident or even benign neglect. This is the purposeful destruction of America and it’s people. Many of Americans voted for this disaster and have been, so far, immune to the consequences. Unfortunately, by the time they realize the error and vote again there may be nothing left of our great country. We’ve had a good run. Here in Alaska we have been immune to much of this. However, if America fails, I expect that all Alaskans will suddenly become Russian citizens again.
Well-l-l-l, as I may have mentioned the last time we spoke that Summer caught COVID and then I caught Covid. We were well enough for Thanksgiving. Then Summer caught the flu and, of course, a few days later, I had the flu. COVID was no ‘Cake Walk’ but the flu kicked my old ass. There were times that I truly felt that I would have to get better to die. There were rivers of snot running out of my head, coughing fits producing nothing but more coughing fits and intermittent muscle and joint pain. This miserable existence continued for almost ten days before I started feeling human again. Even then I was too weak to do much of anything except bring in the necessary firewood. Bringing in the firewood was exhausting and I’d have to sit between armloads brought in from the sled. Since I haven’t been ‘Go to bed’ sick in decades, this was a new and humbling experience. During those decades people around me would fall ‘go to bed’ ill and I might get the sniffles. Usually, I caught nothing. I was certain that I was ‘bulletproof’ with regards to all of the various infectious diseases that were going around at any particular time. My current theory is that COVID weakened my immune system and that led to this awful flu experience. At 78 years old, I need to be a bit more careful about being exposed to infectious diseases. I’m not sure how I can avoid these illnesses. Summer works at the Post Office and is around a lot of different people. Many of these people have kids in school. Kids have ‘Kiddie Cooties’ from being exposed to one another. Their parents bring it to work and then their co-workers take it home. How to avoid these “Kiddie Cooties’ is a mystery that I have been unable to unravel. Summer’s previous job (walking dogs) had her spending most of her time outdoors and only minimally exposed to humans. In addition, most of those humans had no young children. As a result, she didn’t catch any diseases and bring them home to me. We were living a happy, healthy life.
It has, finally, snowed enough to cover the frozen mud. AND even though I am happy about the snow coverage, I am dejected. The realization that there are four more months of this mostly below freezing weather ahead of us. I know! My Dad used to say that “Some people wouldn’t be happy even if you hung them with a new rope.” Meaning, of course, that some people are just never happy about anything. This morning I awoke to 7.5F outside. The damned water has frozen again and I’m out of diesel fuel for the jet heater. The closest diesel fuel is 7 miles down icy roads with some people driving way-y-y too fast. I drive at about 45 mph and some of these fools pass me on the few straight parts of the road. When they start to pass I slow down because if they lose control I don’t want to be anywhere close. Yeah, the hills and curves are sanded which helps but even sanded areas can be very slippery. Well that’s it for the moment. I’m off to get some diesel fuel and thaw out the damned water house again.
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Loving that comment, ‘get better to die!’ That is exactly how I felt when I had covid…
It was truly miserable and the followed closely by the flu.
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We hope you are fully recovered now?
Yep. Back to work on the house.