Chicken poat later on today. For now, we toss out some scratch for the roosters (and curious hens, Hi Mare!).
I think this image counts as “Muscular Christianity”
It snowed here. In late April. We better ban more things or the global warming will kill us all.
Kicking it off with a triptych.
Ready for St Valentine’s Day tomorrow? I insist on the “Saint” part of it now, same as Christmas and St Patrick’s Day. It’s odd that secular culture kept the St in the latter, but not for St Valentine. Maybe it’s the sheer number of syllables.
Lots to like here.
Good morning, January’s almost over. Who’s ready to spend hours of unpaid labor to ensure they’re complying with a mountain of “laws” written by oligarchs with no input from those held captive to this pile of bullshit, all to take fake money out of circulation to act as the only brake on runaway inflation from the degenerates doing all the printing?
This makes more sense to, a simple man with no schemes to control others or cheat my way to wealth.
Ides of January already. Let’s see what’s in the binders.
By pure chance, we have a lovely young lady of African descent for the day. No kidding, the year 3 folder I pulled from had this on top.
Another week starts. Gotta stack cordwood at lunchtime for… something. No idea what yet. Starting off with some ballet dancers.
Red.
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