February 14, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: February 14, 2024, Eau de WD-40.
Five years ago today: February 14, 2020, a solid 8-hr day.
Nine years ago today: February 14, 2016, a pre-K-cup device.
Random years ago today: February 14, 2001, my baby Cadillac.

           A day of peace and quiet. I was outside this morning before dawn and the silence was complete, even for this area. I did some reading, as most of my opinions are not garnered from newscasts. Remember long ago I mentioned the corrupt way in which English-speaking radio stations were being gobbled up? Turns out it was Soros-backed. There you go, may not know names but I know when something is fishy. We’ve seen several instances of Federal judges attempting to block or overturn Trump orders. This is a warning flag, because Trump has learned to act only within the law, and often chooses a law that his opposition enacted for their own benefit.

           And we are seeing one massive example of that process. Many people astounded at the number of fake charities and wasteful programs are shocked—but there is something more to the corruption. The fact is, it could not have happened on such a scale without the bad guys acting in unison. Remember the RICO laws? Trump is carefully edging toward something, a goal still in the hazy future, but what? I may have it figured out, see addendum.
           This is a scorpion sculpture of old electrical wires. The lady at the lumber yard has an uncle who makes these. Very fine work and attention to detail. I’m using the fine weather to fix any leaking roofs I can get to. That meant a trip to the south end for cull lumber. The new cover for the sidecar has new fence pickets. Here is the video. It went fast. I have experience in Tennessee building these things, y’know.

Picture of the day.
Kearney, Nebraska.
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           Cancel most of the afternoon. In a typical Florida fashion, the railroad crossing gate was jammed in the down position and nobody was around to fix it. Once you pass the mining roads, there is no way to turn around and no shortcuts. I was lucky and go through in 45 minutes. But it meant a rush home as I had some deadlines to meet and had not planned on rushing to get the lumber out of the van. In the end, I just got finished and the tools put away by pitch dark. It is not just the fence pickets shown this earlier, I have to create a small shelter behind, away from the prying eyes of the public.

           Here’s some video of getting up to the gate and bypassing it, but that was wearing a large pothole near the first rail. In a short while, it will be too deep for cars and then the traffic is really screwed. I listend to disk 9 (of 11) as our librarians confront the mine owner and his pals, the local police. The book began with a drunk accosting the real character in the book, the lady called Marge. She’s part of the clan feuding in the hills. He took a shot at her but she threw a book at him and knock his aim off while she escaped.

           Six months later, she’s pregnant enough for the whole town to notice.. She discovered the damage to the poor part of town was not the flood, but sulfurous mine slurry—and confronts the owner, Alice’s father-in-law in public. As spring rolled around, the thaw reveals the body of the drunk with his head bashed in—and holding the book. The body is decomposed, but lots of hill people heard the shot.
           Now the mine owner, who by now hates Margaret, is out to close down the library. People learning to read won’t sign his contracts. And Margaret has been circulating literature about the tactics the mine company has been using. Shortly afterward, the Sheriff arrests Margaret and plunks her in a jail that was never designed to hold women. Her privacy is a sheet on the bars of the adjacent cell. I’m glad this book got interesting and it reminds me of a life I so narrowly escaped.

           So many houses just came on the DC market that the Zillow pins blot out the street grid. I’ve never been to DC, but I’ve seen their housing ads. It is time those people got toppled off their high horses. This would not be the first time a local collapse triggered a nationwide ripple through the real estate pyramid scheme. Keep your eyes peeled.

ADDENDUM
           Trump has his faults but one of them is no his ability to think ahead. I’ve commented on how the Democrats are one slow bunch to change or learn new systems. That’s why I’ve concluded they based so much of their own defense on their traditional network of bought-off judges, agencies, and registered charities. However, they failed at forcing Trump to play the game. We watch as their former big-shots are reduced to ranting on dying networks. Trump declined a head-on battle and instead gutted their support mechanism.
           Still, as it stands, the Democrats are planning a scorched-earth policy. They still have the oomph to drag out the rest of his term in the courts. Ah, but Trump knows that, see what I’m saying? He’s letting them expose themselves by who is complaining. I now think Trump may be setting up a RICO case. If, in fact, he can lump them together as co-conspirators, then he does not have to take them to court one-by-one. He can get them as a group simply by showing the existence of a single crime in which they were involved, regardless of individual guilt.
           There is something else, and it is becoming ever more clear. If any one of them confesses or is convicted, then all of their assets can be seized by the State. That’s got Trump stamped all over it. The ironic part is the law was passed by Democrats planning to use it against their political opponents by labeling them as racketeers. If I’m right, it won’t be much longer before we see some results.

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