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Clearing

Good fences make good neighbors.

Robert Frost said that, and it’s as true now as it was then. Case in point: our redneck neighbor, who lives adjacent to the southwesterly area of our property.

When we bought the place, the entire rear acre-ish was wild and overgrown, and incidentally had three dumpsters worth of trash that people had been dumping over the years. We cleaned all that out, and took down some of the wild area for what is now the orchard (or the beginning of the orchard, anyway). Since then, we find more trash here and there, either bubbling up from being buried, or just from the redneck and his group tossing trash over the fenceline because they’re too lazy to dispose of it properly.

I admit I will never understand people who can’t be bothered to throw things away. For instance, I have a fascination with the two hoarder shows that are on, and I’m simply amazed at their representation of geologic layers – except instead of rock and sand formations, theirs are formations of takeout containers, pizza boxes, cups, bottles, cans, and any other sort of trash that the rest of us (rightfully) recycle or toss out as a matter of habit. Likewise the people who have mounds of crap all over their property, whether it is things they thing they can “salvage”, junk they’re collecting in hopes of it being worth something (scrap metal, which would be if they actually took it to a center), or just trash (because once again, they’re just too lazy to put it in a trash can).

This is how it is for the redneck neighbor, apparently: some things, like bags and bottles and whatnot, they’re just too lazy to deal with, so they toss it onto our property. Then we wind up picking it up and disposing of it. I should point out that the redneck family is not immobile, nor are they disabled in any fashion. They’re just lazy, trashy people. Other things, they’re simply too cheap to properly dispose of: this includes batteries and tires. Not just any tires, either: the kind of tires that are used on very large trucks and construction vehicles.

The redneck neighbor took down his fence at the very rear of our property for some reason last year. After that point, we had a rather massive issue with deer coming in from the state forest that we back up to, who then got into the back garden and treated it like their personal buffet. We dealt with that by raising the fence around the garden to about six feet. No more deer in the garden. However, we were still left with redneck neighbor tossing trash onto our property as if it was still his personal dumping ground.

So we had a fence guy come out to give us an estimate on getting the back 120 feet or so refenced. This time, with privacy fencing, solid enough that redneck can’t just roll dead tires back to our property, and high enough that they’d need to work to throw things over it. Since redneck neighbor’s kids and the neighbor kids to our immediate east also walk across our property to a sag in the wire on the fenceline we share with redneck, the sag is now completely down. So we added another 72 feet to get that portion fenced as well. When we were walking the fenceline to take a look before the fence guy was here, what did we find? yet another tire. Which we promptly rolled right back across the fenceline to his property. It’s your crap: deal with it.

This leaves us with about 150 feet of fencing that will still need to be redone. We went with the almost 200 feet to start because these are the areas most in need at this moment, and because it looks like I’ll be clearing the room they need to work by myself foe the most part. I don’t mind this, but there is a limit as to what I can get done before the actual fencing workers are due to show up, so this will do. Once this is all up, I’ll work on clearing the remaining line and we’ll get them back to complete the line. It will be a great joy to be at the back of the property and not have to look at redneck neighbor and the miscellaneous heavy equipment he has scattered around his property.

As an added bonus, we also noted that redneck neighbor has (illegally) cleared out a section of the state forest just at the back of our property where the line to the forest begins. Back there, he has huge tires – the really big ones, that go on dump trucks and the like – a big pile of garbage (bikes, pieces of heavy truck gear like cranks and brakes, and just general crap), and a dead log picker. That will be an issue for the state to take up with him, because they’re definitely going to be notified about that.

In the meantime, we’ll have the start of a better neighbor in place: a new fence.

Get. Bent.

It’s nice that you’re now coming out and flat out admitting that this, like abortion, is simply another means of trying to to preempt womens’ control over their own bodies. A bunch of old white guys get to decide not just access to birth control for women in Catholic/religious organizations – something a vast majority of people, including Catholics, agree should not be restricted – but all women, period, regardless of where they work. And our dumbass senator, Marco Rubio, is trying to join in on the fun. At this rate, in a week you’ll be debating whether women should be allowed to drive or work outside the house.

Let me tell you something: once you people begin to care just as much as life once it leaves the womb as you pretend to care when it hasn’t, then you can posture all you want. Until then – and I’m talking to you, members of the Catholic Church, who ignored kiddie-diddlers for (literally) decades, and to you, other right wing nutters who think all social assistance programs should be shut down – get bent.

The world is ending!

Well, according to some people, anyway. Not me. I’m not into that end of the world nonsense, Mayan or otherwise. It’s interesting to me to see what people think is going to bring about the end of the world as we know it (TEOTWAWKI): earthquakes, solar flares that result in EMPs, the end of oil, global financial collapse, etc. You know it, someone probably believes it ill result in the end of the worl.

Tonight was the beginning of a series fro National Geographic called Doomsday Preppers. They had a one shot special a few months ago, and I figured it wouldn’t take long for them (or someone else) to come up a series about these kinds of people. It didn’t.

This evening they ran the first two episodes, four people/families each. For the most part, the people seem exactly as I expected: plunging right over the fine line that separates being prepared for a disaster from being completely paranoid and obsessed about it.

“Bullets. Lots and lots of bullets.” That about sums it up for most of them: lots of weapons to keep the marauding hordes at bay when the shit hits the fan. Which strikes me as rather odd that anyone would appear on this show and tell the world where they are located, so those marauding hordes will know where they are.

Some have bugout plans, but my question for those already in rural areas is what exactly makes one rural area that you’ve already set up as your home base, defensible and stocked, less safe than some other rural area you’ve set up the same way?

More to come…

Taking the day off

Not by choice. The past few days I’ve felt decidedly unwell: dizzy, nauseated, massive headache, arms feel heavy and weak at the same time, etc. Not the flu – I get a flu shot every year now given all the cancer nonsense and the fact that my white blood cell count is not back to normal after all this time (and probably never will be). Seems like a case of RC. Random Crap. Hopefully it will get out of here soon so I can get back to doing the things that need to get done before the season really starts.

Some never learn

I posted previously about the asinine decision by the Susan G Komen (SGK) foundation to drop grants for Planned Parenthood. I’ve posted previously about the Dervaes and how they managed to destroy their goodwill and reputation in the span of about 24 hours. It seems that some people, so intent as they are of bending everyone else to their will – even when it’s clear that such moves are deeply unpopular and (to put it plainly) just damn stupid – cannot seem to learn a simple lesson: your business and brand are important things, and screwing around with them in a fashion that is destined to fail whatever core values you claim to hold can take the business or brand down so low that it likely will never recover. This is not the olden days when most things simply were not newsworthy enough on a national scale to warrant mention on Cronkite’s newscast. This is the Internet age. It’s difficult to keep anything a secret, and virtually impossible to not people talk about major actions you are taking. SGK, in a furtherance of its insane decision to lead where the whackjobs lead, under its new policy will no longer fund any cancer research that involves the use of embryonic stem cells.

So, just how is caving in to the rabid right wing working out for SGK? Not. Very. Well. At. All. Directors are resigning. The organization’s own top public health official resigned in protest. Various affiliates are ignoring this directive and will continue funding Planned Parenthood. The corporate partners are going to be figuring out just how much they want to be involved in this.

What is highly ironic about this is just days before SGK decided that the poor and uninsured shouldn’t be permitted to use Planned Parenthood to get cancer screenings and referrals for mammograms, they posted this to their Facebook page:

“The CDC released a new study today that marks improvement in some minority cancer screening rates, but big gaps remain for the poor and uninsured.”

So, obviously, the proper response to this sort of study is to pull grants a couple of days later from an organization that bridges the gap in cancer screening for the poor and uninsured.

SGK, you may be in full damage control mode now, but you have irrevocably damaged your brand. Trying out a new line, like this one

“Our Board of Directors approved new grants standards to improve direct services to women, says Komen Founder and CEO Amb. Nancy G. Brinker. Money is not being “withdrawn” from Planned Parenthood – will be invested in programs to serve low-income, uninsured and underinsured women.”

is disingenuous at best, and at worst, is completely dishonest. Planned Parenthood already has the infrastructure in place to service the poor and uninsured. It is WHY THEY ARE FUNDED. In fact, it’s why someone at SGK presumably approved this text as recently as last year.

‎”And while Komen Affiliates provide funds to pay for screening, education and treatment programs in dozens of communities, in some areas, the only place that poor, uninsured or under-insured women can receive these services are through programs run by Planned Parenthood.”

Because of your craven need to adhere to strict right wing ideology, where it will never be enough until everything about a woman’s control over her own body is restricted, you are now finding out just how misguided that vision is. People in general are much more moderate than that. They, unlike the people supporting this decision, do not quote discredited “studies” like those linking abortion to breast cancer, or the “not intended to be a factual statement” that what Planned Parenthood does is “97% abortions”. The fact that your most shrill supporters are using these sorts of things to applaud your actions speaks volumes to those of us with more brain cells than that and more compassion for those less fortunate.

I’ve been through cancer. Twice. Once without insurance. Once with. It’s much, much better with insurance, but I’d be dead today if I hadn’t been able to afford the initial steps that caught the first cancer – only to be tossed out on my own with a “Yep, you’ve got cancer.” by the doctor who did the original biopsy, because I had no insurance. I was fortunate enough to find other medical professionals who worried less about how I was going to pay for something, what I looked like, what I did for a living, or anything else, and more about how to get me to the other side. That is exactly how I view Planned Parenthood and their cancer screenings, and why, no matter what SGK does from here out, I will never contribute in any way to that organization. I will encourage anyone I know who donates to likewise give to an organization less concerned with the appeasing the right wing and more concerned with actual caring.

You’ve burned your bridges with me and a lot of other people. Maybe now someone will look at why your actual outlay of funds for research (low) to your overhead (high) is as it is. That would be something: maybe your corporate sponsors will decide not to fund you because you’re under investigation.

Not another dime

Disgusting. There is simply no other word for it.

My letter to the Susan G Komen Foundation.

“I am disgusted by your craven act of defunding Planned Parenthood under the guise of the organization being “under investigation” when it is clear you have caved in to those who think womens’ bodies should be under the control of someone other than themselves. Breast cancer runs on my mother’s side: my grandmother died of breast cancer that spread to other parts of her body. Several of my aunts have battled the disease.

I have always supported the Komen foundation, either through direct donations, support for those doing the Race (and don’t get me started on your nonsensical watchdog tactics on “for the cure”), or through my company’s sponsorship of a site dedicated to generating donations to your organization (I am the owner).

No more.

Since you have decided that some of the most vulnerable members of our society are no longer worth the screenings and services that comprise more than 90% of Planned Parenthood’s services, I have decided that you are no longer worth one cent of my time or money.”

From now on, I’ll be donating directly to Planned Parenthood. I will not give to SGK, nor will I sponsor any walks for anyone (sorry).

More bad PR lessons

Much like the Dervaes clan and their ill-advised foray into attempting to trademark common phrases, The National Wildlife Federation decided it would be a grand idea to partner with Scott’s. The fallout has been rather spectacular and outrage is spreading – if you’ll pardon the term – like wildfire. Scott’s make a variety of chemicals for gardens and lawns, and is also the distributor for Monsanto’s RoundUp. To top things off, Scott’s was just assessed fines totaling $4.5 million (US) for knowingly selling tainted birdseed and for falsifying EPA pesticide registration numbers. The very rich irony here is the statement from NWF about how part of their reasoning behind the partnership with Scott’s is to address the “alarming decline” in songbird populations.

Massive fail.

Learning to fly

We have four monarch butterfly chrysalides hanging in the front planting area near the walkway. We had not actually seen the various caterpillars that were munching on the butterfly bush form their cozy little homes, but one day, there they were. Had four, that is: two butterflies emerged from theirs, and two remain, no doubt hibernating against the cold weather.

One of the newly emerged butterflies we found on the driveway on Thursday while Getting Things Done here at the ranch. It was still damp from its chrysalis, and I plucked it off the driveway to keep it from getting stomped by a wayward foot. It is a thing of beauty to hold such a creature, truly.

Girl (and a little man) power

My sister and mom cleaned more stuff out of the garage today, toting it to the barn and arranging it. They also moved a bunch of dirt, a handful of pallets, and moved a triple stack of large stone pavers from one place to another. I was very impressed by their industry.

What was I doing? My “helper” (my nephew) and I were reconfiguring some of the 4×4 frames up in the front garden into 4×20 frames. Well, mostly, I was doing this, and my nephew was playing with the drill, or playing with the dog, or escaping to ride his tractor around the yard while yelling questions or commentary to me. Three – almost four – year olds do have short attention spans, much like the dogs, so it isn’t anything out of the ordinary, and he’s cute so there’s that. Having his “help” tends to slow down whatever is going on, but it’s good to have him around at this age, and enjoy him before he turns into a sullen teenager who would rather die than be caught hanging out with family.

In the end, the other team got much more done than we (I) did, but I did finish off that reconfiguration. One more down, and that’s good.

A check on the flats showed that the oregano has germinated quite nicely, and at least one of the stevia seeds has as well. Progress.