water the tree

friday, june 26th, 2009

as I've read more and more of "The Federalist Papers", re-read "The US Constitution", "The Declaration of Independence" and "The Bill of Rights", and scores of related-books on the subject, plus another important tome, I can come to no other conclusion that we're moving headlong into Fascism and Socialism, after freely-jettisoning those Founding Documents, wholly-thanks to the "American Sheeple".

God sees the Truth, but waits.

Another piece in the puzzle of Barack Obama has been revealed, greatly strengthening the picture of a man groomed by an older generation of radical leftists for insertion into the American political process, trading on good looks, brains, educational pedigree, and the desire of the vast majority of the voting public to right the historical racial wrongs of the land. The New Party was a radical left organization, established in 1992, to amalgamate far left groups and push the United States into socialism by forcing the Democratic Party to the left. It was an attempt to regroup the forces on the left in a new strategy to take power, burrowing from within. The party only lasted until 1998, when its strategy of "fusion" failed to withstand a Supreme Court ruling. But dissolving the party didn't stop the membership, including Barack Obama, from continuing to move the Democrats leftward with spectacular success.

There's no doubt whatsoever that The Tree of Liberty is going to need "refreshing", and very soon. He and his leftist-socialist-fascists must be stopped, and their destructive policies reversed and destroyed, permanently.

Around The Garden Center™.

As I drove through Red Lion and numerous other little towns on the way into work on Friday morning, and to home again in the evening, I noticed that it was "lawn sale/ yard sale/garage sale" weekend, and that the route would be 'polluted" with thousands of others buying *OPJ* (other peoples' junk), all weekend long. Gaaaawd, I dread these and other weekends where idiots/morons/lowlifes pay nickels/dimes and quarters to purchase trash/junk/crap and horde/covet such junk/trash/crap until next year's sale weekend, when they can unload it on someone else, for a whopping 2-3¢ profit margin. Ack! One man's treasure is another man's junk.

The T-storms & rains started in earnest just after I arrived to open-up the Complex at 8am, on Saturday. We got 2.1" in >30mins, and the *Flood Warnings* were posted on all the weather stations. Torrential downpours continued for well over an hour, dropping another ¾" in >25mins. My 750,000 gallon lower retention pond overflowed, bigtime, as did the 500,000 gallon upper retention pond. I haven't seen rain this hard and sustained in years, IIRC. With everything so saturated, I turned-off the Nursery Irrigation Systems until Monday, to allow things to dry out properly. It drizzled on-and-off all day, heavy ground fog moved-in, and had only a few customers. The several phone calls that I did take were mainly about getting mulch on Sunday, after things dried-out. Then at 3:00pm, the skies again opened-up and another 1¼" came down. I closed down at 3:40 and while driving north on Rt 24, hit the worst downpour and 60-70mph winds I'd seen in many years. Tree leaves everywhere, branches cracking and falling, people freaking out all around me. Damn; just damn! Down to 5mph, wipers flailing away, driving through 2-3ft of water on the roads in some spots, hundreds of other vehicles stalled-out or pulled-over to the side, I kept going. Once I'd gotten a few torturous miles north of Red Lion (PA), blue skies! Hoo-rah! Lots of wind damage in East York, too.

The *Severe Storm Warnings* were posted until 5pm, and I kept checking to see what was coming this way, next. Radar clear as of 5:30; just 'small stuff' headed this way. I suspect we're clear for the rest of the evening. I was wrong; more T-storms were coming through the night. Trees uprooted, power lines down, buildings damaged from that Saturday afternoon storm, and I could see it all on my way into work on Sunday morning. Fortunately, no damage at the Complex, save a few dozen plants knocked-over, and the two retention ponds still at overflow levels. I made 2½" thick Filet Mignon (Allen Bros), sliced thinly on a Kaiser roll, with butter, A-1 Steak Sauce, and Key Lime Pie, for everyone for Father's Day, except Jennifer, who's a vegan. (She ate a plate full of weeds and grass clippings, with salt & pepper and 30-yr old balsamic vinegar. Yum!) I couldn't have asked for a nicer day than Sunday: 74°F, cool breeze, mostly sunny, low humidity. Net net: retail sales sucked for both stormy Saturday and sunny Sunday. Too bad.

I'm hardly using Win-XP Pro anymore; these days, it's all Windows 7 (RC-Build 7100) on my home machine. Almost every app works on my Win-7 O/S, as it did on the Win-XP O/S; nothing major I can't fix.

One of the "real joys" of being a small business owner/ operator, is dealing with both the *light side* and *dark side* of each employee's personality and personna, and each person has both, I can tell you for sure. (Of course, so do I, but I deal with that daily, and I'm all-too familiar with myself.) Yet, dealing with my employees' various personalities is a major effort, especially on a Monday, which I did this week. I've taken steps to fix things, but all too often, things can't be fixed, since we're into the season, and "changing the lead canoe" would be a disaster, right now. (sigh). Damn; just damn. This is something I tried to, but couldn't fix, over the past Winter months. Now isn't the time to do so. But it will get fixed this Winter.

It looks like "Mama Kitty" has a cancerous brain tumor, and at 17 yrs old, she's got tremors and spasms, and she's inoperable at that age. I promised her and her 5 kittens a "home for life", when I adopted them from the cat-murdering, farm-lady bitch, who dropped them off at my GC&N Complex, all those 16+ years ago. "Either you take them, or else, I'll drown them all". Nice, huh? Mama Kitty's such a sweetheart, and I'll do all I can to make her last days comfortable, as I did with Pickle, back in August 2005. I still miss him, terribly, and I'll miss Mama Kitty, too.

My veggie garden at the Complex are coming along just fine, now that the rains have abated and we're getting some drier, hot weather. Nothing harvestable yet, but all the plants — 3 varieties of tomatoes, 3 black & 3 white eggplant, parsley, basil — are flowering, and the "Early Girl" toms have several small fruit, already. Lee's 5 varieties of tomatoes are growing 2x as fast as mine. I weeded both on Wednesday, and after weeding both a mere 2 weeks ago, there weren't many to deal with.

I've heard all the BS-prognostications that we're "in a recovery mode", but that's all it is: BS. We've not even "bottomed-out" yet. The Housing Industry, which I'm tied-to very closely, is *moribund*. No signs of life, yet. Still dead. I'm still running into friends who own businesses around the area, and they haven't hired-back half of the 50 people they laid-off last Fall.

You'd think that with unemployment at 9.4% in York County, there'd be plenty of applicants for jobs; but you'd be wrong. One can get a max of $728/ week, while being unemployed, so why bother looking for work, for the 26-week period, and the 16-week extension? No wonder I can't find any "help", except for 15, 16 & 17-year old high schoolers, who'll go back to school in 7-8 weeks anyway. Just damn.

Gas prices have dropped 12¢, in under 4 days. Unleaded Regular (87oct) now at $2.57, Unleaded Premium (89oct) now at $2.67/gal, and Unleaded Super Premium (92oct) at $2.87/gal, with Diesel also dropping to $2.55/gal.

Things Which Make Your Head Explode™.

If true and valid, this is certainly good news.

DIE, you commie bastard, Wally "The Commie" Cronkite! I hate your America-hating guts, you treasonous son-of-a-bitch!

Gov Mark "Lying Scumbag" Sanford: you're a lowlife, dirtbag asshole! Say buh-bye to your political career, scumbag!

700+ New York City public school teachers accused of offenses ranging from insubordination to sexual misconduct are being paid their full salaries to sit around all day playing Scrabble, surfing the Internet or just staring at the wall, if that's what they want to do. Anyone have any duct tape?

This week was a notable *death week*: Ed McMahon died from cancer; Farah Fawcett also died from cancer; and lowlife, dirtbag, piece-of-child-molesting-shit, Mikey "Child Molestor" Jackson died from cardiac arrest. Good riddance and rot in hell, Jack-scumbag!

Not In My Name!™

I have nothing to apologize for slavery, to anyone of any color. My ancestors had no damned slaves. Fuck the slaves and fuck reparations!


EMP means "electromagnetic pulse", and it's a nuke set-off at high altitude to fry and destroy all electrical circuits on earth. Here's Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3, explaining its universal devastation on a country's society.

Even my favorite TV Series, Jericho, has a segment about EMPs, after the 23 American Cities were nuked. Watch it!

There's also a fiction novel, called "Lights Out", which deals with EMPs and survivalists' reactions to it all. Here are Chapters 1-10, and here are Chapters 11-20.

Yes, I have 8 wells and a Honda 3500 generator, a 2 years supply of canned food, 100k+ rounds of ammo for my 7 main calibers — .223cal/.556mm; .45ACP; .357 Magnum; .357SIG; .308/ 7.62 x 51mm; .50cal Beowulf; 12gauge — so I expect to survive just fine. The problematic entity is *gas and/or diesel fuel*, to run the generator. I have 3 x 1,000gal LPG tanks to heat the GC&N Complex, and now I'm thinking about a 3,000gal underground gas tank. Hmmmmm.

Some People Just Need Killing™.

Cat mutilator/murderer and future serial murderer, Tyler Hayes Weinman, 18, needs killing! I volunteer!

This drunk cop should be going to prison for 10-15yrs; watch the video and decide for yourself.


Oh for the days when living rooms were big, cars were bigger, and everyone still wore hats. Will the 1950s ever release us from its shiny, chrome-plated grasp? We think not. Just to prove it, the recently overhauled Plan 59 is here to celebrate "the commercial art of mid-century America." Hooray for the tail fins! Huzzah for the sectional couches! And hallelujah for well-intentioned captains of industry! There's so much to revel in here, it's almost impossible to pluck out the best. Here are two places to start: • Demonic tots—These kids are hungry. Really, really hungry. And some of them are packing heat. Beware. • Ads gallery—From the Food-o-Mat to the submarine freighters, from the shiny, shiny meat to the ski-lift-style military helicopters, the '50s still looks like the future to us. Let's get there soon.

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