FTBOMT Vol I EP 05

I started the day on the road at six in the morning for the normie breakfast, fairly sure I was going to get back and spend the day asleep on the couch. The Devil Cat got me up at three in the morning. He has developed an obsession with the laser printer that has me baffled. I close the door to the office, but it does not shut properly. He has figured out how to get the door open so he can obsess over the printer.

On the way home, instead of being tired, I was gripped with anxiety. I was not sure what was causing it, but after a while on the road it occurred to me that I had spent too much time following the USAID scandal. For people on this side of the great divide, this week has been confirmation of many things we have been saying for so long that we no longer recall when we started saying them.

Instead of crashing on the couch, I split wood for a couple of hours and then I pulled the battery on the truck and hooked it up to the charger. Those who recommended the NOCO Genius charger are now responsible for whatever happens. The battery is now sitting on the bench in the pole barn with the charger supposedly making sure it is safely topped off with the proper number of electrons.

Before I pulled the battery, I tried to start her using the buzz box but before I could turn the key all the way the radio came on and it was a country station. It was Emmylou Harris playing Red Dirt Girl. I sat there in the cab, looking out at the sun slowly moving behind the trees, listening to a sweet song that brought back memories of both good times and bad times.

When a man starts his life, there are a million ways it can go. Most of them are bad, so that is why most men take the safe course. John Updike called it hugging the shore, by which he meant never going so far out that you could not get back to safety. At an early age I paddled out from shore and never came back, but here I am sitting in my baby looking out at the sun setting on my destiny.

I brought a couple of carts of wood up to the house as it is supposed to be a snowy week starting tomorrow. It occurred to me, as I was stacking wood, that maybe the reason I was feeling anxious on the way home is the same reason that I have just started to not lock the doors when I leave the house or how I no longer make a threat assessment whenever I am out in public.

For a long time, we have been losers. The old timers will tell you that we are built to lose, which is why we have been on the losing side since forever. Suddenly, our side is not only winning but winning bigly. There is something unnatural about it. The DOGE kid getting brought back because the President and Vice President decided to ignore the kooks is new. We must get used to it.