By MamaLiberty
First light today in Newcastle, Wyoming, January 21, 2017 – 6:14 AM Mountain standard time. I always watch the sky for first light, and then wait for the sun to rise. The fact that first light came at 6:22 AM about a week ago is encouraging. I don’t write the time down, so don’t remember exactly, but I rejoice each day as it comes a little sooner.
Yesterday I took out my big tub of garden seeds and laid them out on the dining room table. The various kinds are in plastic zip lock bags, but always seem to get mixed up over the summer. So, each spring I sort them out. One pile to be started inside the house first, then another for a second round. One pile to be planted immediately after the ground thaws, but before the last frost. And so forth. I make a list of any seed I’ll need to buy, and toss out old seed that probably wouldn’t germinate anyway. Repackage and, regretfully, put the tub back in the closet.
And now I can go back to looking at a little of the “news” again, since the electoral political circus no longer presents endless photos of the open mouthed queen hag. Or none I saw this morning at any rate. Do I care about what Trump might do as “president.” Sure, but I’d wonder that no matter who had grabbed the brass ring. Can’t do anything about it, so I’ll continue living my life as much as possible as a non-aggressive, self governing individual.
Yeah, I’m a little ahead of myself as far as the garden is concerned, since it will be another month and a half before I can start the first of the seeds. But, so what? It is good to dream.
Not a “new years resolution,” since I’ve always believed this way, but here is a statement that will be on every email I send, and is the “signature” line on all the forums I visit.
I will not knowingly initiate force. I am a self owner.
Let the record show that I did not consent to be governed. I did not consent to any constitution. I did not consent to any president. I did not consent to any law. I did not consent to the police. Nor any tax. Nor any prohibition of anything. Nor any regulation or licensing of any kind.
The Price of Liberty 
Well, it is over
By Nathan Barton
Well, it is done. So far, the Chicken Littles have not been accurate: no coup to prevent the usual process of a new Massa taking over. No last minute invasion of Russia (with the bogus claim that 2,000 US Army M1 72-ton tanks were sent to Poland over Christmas to spearhead that invasion). No sudden-death overtime with nukes against Russia or China (or even North Korea). No Cuban invasion to prop up the now-dead regime.
But the panic is there: there are “protests” in DC as I write this – riots would be more like it; cars burned, stores looted, and perhaps shots fired. At least one-Trumpophobe has attacked one or more people there for the inauguration. I am sure that in the next few hours, we will hear of and see all kinds of things are done in the name of Trumpophobia and Anti-Trumpism, to say nothing of anti-fascism and more.
In South Dakota, my wife and I got a very plaintive appeal from the SD Democratic Party. In part the e-mail said: “If you’re anything like us, you have a giant pit at the bottom of your stomach today. Knowing that President Obama, a man of compassion, dignity, and grace will be replaced by Donald Trump, who (to put it politely) does not possess any of those characteristics, is discouraging to say the least.
“On a day like today, it’s understandable to feel hopeless, depressed, and ready to give up on the political process.” Continue reading →