Friday, July 03, 2015

Smart fellow

As Greece spirals into the pit, not every Greek is caught up in protesting in the streets.  Some of them have figured out that no matter what happens, no matter which side "wins", they're on their own.

Ilias Mathes has protection against bank closures, capital controls and the slashing of his pension: 10 goats, some hens and a vegetable patch.

If Greece's financial crisis deepens, as many believe it must, he can feed his children and grandchildren with the bounty of the land in this proud village high in the mountains of the Arcadia Peloponnese.

"I have my lettuce, my onions, I have my hens, my birds, I will manage," he said, even though he can no longer access his full pension payment because of government controls imposed six days ago. "We will manage for a period of time, I don't know, two months, maybe three months, because I also want to give to our relatives. If they are suffering, I cannot leave them like this, isn't that so?

Reminds me that that stand of trees behind my house needs to be turned into lumber sooner rather than latter so that land can be turned into garden space.  Even a half acre, intensively managed, can produce an amazing amount of food.  There are a number of methods out there, such as square foot gardening, that can turn small spaces into food factories.

I can remember the stories from my Dad's family.  He grew up in West Virginia during the Great Depression.  The first generation of his family to have been born in a town rather than on a farm, the urge to raise their own food was still strong with his parents, and fortunately so.  They raised vegetables in the backyard, a space roughly 50' square.  They also had access to two other empty lots on the next street over, which would have totaled up to a space 100 x 100.  On that space, they not only raised vegetables, but some chickens and pigs as well.  Even though my Grandfather worked, this is what fed the family for the most part (they did have to buy things like salt and flour), and there was enough surplus that they had plenty for family who didn't have gardens.

Let me say that again.  On 12,500 square feet (that's a piece of land about 112' square, a bit over half an acre), they raised enough vegetables, chicken and pork to feed a family of 4 plus enough to help out others.

Got a backyard that's just something you mow?  You might want to reconsider that.

Thursday, July 02, 2015

I won't be reconstructed...



Yes, I'm still pissed.  I'm going to stay pissed as long as these self-righteous twits want to be the arbiters of what can and cannot be in our history.

I don't go out of my way (normally) to fly the Battle Flag in the face of those it might offend.  I don't generally try to offend anyone on purpose; it's not my way.  But when you decide that history--my history, the history of my family, of where I was born, grew up and still live--is going to be banned because it offends your delicate sensibilities...well Buttercup, you had better have some seriously thick skin, because as one of my favorite fictional characters said, "I aim to misbehave."

I'd rather just be quietly proud of my heritage, of my ancestors who fought for their freedom from a government they thought tyrannical (Lord if they could see what it looks like now) and a of how the ones who came home simply buckled down and went back to their farms and tried to make the best they could of a bad situation.

But that isn't going to be allowed.  Because I'm not ashamed of those men, because I won't wear sackcloth and ashes, pay reparations to people who have never know a slave in their lives and think that the current idiocy started by a deranged young man who decided to shoot up a church is the fault of the young man and not the fault of entrenched racism and a zillion micro aggressions per day, I'm the Unreconstructed Neanderthal Bad Guy from Hell.

I guess they are partly right.  I am unreconstructed--and I do not give a damn.

Wednesday, July 01, 2015

I am sick and tired of people who want to banish my heritage

Ya'll can go to hell.  This crap is out of hand and I'm more than tired of it.  Keep you hands off my history, my heritage and my flags.


Now I'm going to go have me some fried okra for supper.