Over the last half century or so as a fully enfranchised citizen, I have made a couple observations of life on this planet, at least one of which I will not trouble you. There is plenty of time for that.

It has been amazing to have traveled the political terrain over which we walk today.

In the aftermath of our recent storm passing, I was a bit bemused by the “Sharpygate” scandal about where Hurricane Dorian was going to go as it dumped the equivalent of a weapon of mass destruction on the Bahamas. We obviously hold the President to higher standards than the alleged professionals.

I did not track that particular imaginary scandal, since I heard the same predictions on cable, and was morbidly attracted to real events that could cause me to take actual physical action against an impending and no-shit potential threat to life and property right here at Refuge Farm.

The official predictions before the violent storm scorched northern Barbados as efficiently as a blowtorch included a nightmare scenario of a horrific storm across north Florida and possibly as far as the Alabama side of the Redneck Riviera that is so fond to my heart.

So when it all passed with little fanfare, the media vortex collapsed. I am not sure the Canadian Maritime provinces would agree- they got slammed today and there was no particular interest in national coverage.

So, here on a slight overlook at The Swamp, we have had some remarkable contrasts between reality and the surreal.

I remarked to a pal the other day that I was surprised to have been labeled a National Socialist, a white oppressor, an opponent of all manner of strange social issues, and then finally a Class Six felon in my own state, by virtue of new legislation aimed at taking my personal legal property without consent.

That is a pretty amazing legacy of accomplishment, considering I only get out of my chair a limited number of times a day.

I thank my gentle spirit for not going nuts.

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