Day by Day
Saturday, November 27, 2021
I always get a bit melancholy. Quite frankly I don't want to go back, and I never really do. Soon enough I won't have to do so.
Doing last minute chores for the parents. Dump run, stacking firewood, cleaning, getting little jobs done around the house for them. And then just sitting on the front porch with coffee and a cigar. One last bit of relaxation before I have to head back into blahs-ville.
Friday, November 26, 2021
That's the headline from the Washington Fucking Post. Fuck you, you fucking fuck-faced cunts.
(Link goes to PJ Media, so it's safe.)
The same media that tripped all over itself to blame Kyle Rittenhouse for defending himself from a violent pedo rapist, a violent domestic abuser and a violent felon are the same people who refuse to admit that a black man who hates white people ran over a CHRISTMAS PARADE and killed six, wounding dozens more.
The SUV didn't do jack-shit. The BLM supporting anti-white racist Darrel Brooks is the one who murdered those people.
But the Democrat-Media complex doesn't want you to know that. It upsets their narrative.
Thursday, November 25, 2021
Tuesday, November 23, 2021
Monday, November 22, 2021
There's one less slash pile on the property. Lots of chores that the parents had to do that they don't have to do for a while.
My hands smell like gasoline. Not from the slash pile. Long story.
I was listening to turkeys in the woods while deer crossed our field and the slash pile fire warmed my back.
I can't tell you how much I love coming back here.
We'll see how much I'm able to post. Expect lots of music and memes but not much else. I'm going to spend my time working until I can't hold any tools, and then doing it all over the next day. Except for Thanksgiving. I'll be stuffing myself on good food. Oh yeah.