The Time Has Come

Men show their true colors when the time comes

Friends, Countrymen, now is the time. No matter what side you are on! We must all see what a farce our Public State of Affairs has become.

Whether by hook or by crook those in power must think we are rubes and watch what we are witnessing with deaf ears and eyes which can no longer see!

Weekend tweets of abdication coupled with attempted executions. Shall this time pass? Was it all a setup?

Has this all come many times before?

Yay, we shall see such repeats of history unfold and we do not rejoice. We have no joy in watching an entire Country show it's decline in such short time.

Where shall we go from here? We have no Kings to appeal to. We have unelected meddling bureaucrats. We have a corrupt government, or is it incompetent? Can it be both corrupt and incompetent? What difference does it make anymore? Our faith in it has been lost en masse.

Life remains the same on this old farm. We keep on building but we are slow. We are growing older after-all. And we have two growing boys whom will become men in short order. They must learn to cultivate this plot of land too. We grow more weary of what transpires outside our farm than inside it.

Our newly erected farm stand is doing well. We begin to build mini goat log cabins until we get a band saw mill some day God willing. The garden is doing well. We helped a neighbor gather some hay. Life continues on each day.

We hope all can find an abundance, a bounty in their fields & forests when the time comes. The work is hard, no one ever said it would be easy. It's still worth it my readers and friends, no matter how tiring it gets.

I got stung earlier by some unseen insect. It jolted me and made me move faster. You never grow tired nor old when your head is in the zone.

Like a Deer in the headlights
Burning the candle at both ends
With a smile on your face
Keep moving on and on
Never relent

When the dust settles and the next regime wants you to support the clarion call of War overseas, remember that the real battle is here at home. America et al may have lost their way but if...

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling

In the real fog of chaos you can always put your head down and get back to work. You can ignore those tired joints, those weary eyes and keep working towards creating order and becoming a man.

I’ll try and get back to writing again. But first I need to get back to reading. We have lost some time rebuilding this farm but time and tide wait for no man.