Topic: Heh, heh!

AAAARGH! Hate-um new format. No can go into text and comment at will. No have-um bold, italics, fonts, and size changes to show emotion and person-ality. Will do feeble best to say....Aaaah. Nuthin' like prime Ulf. Wisht you wuz here, my very own Blackwater troop. And...let me know what you want in addition to cows, primroses, and one sexy Texas lady who is prim only in public (Noblesse oblige!), and it shall be provided unto thee, at least unto an eighth of my kingdom. Ya'll come, complet with local ANG O-3 and machine. In res being computer literate...Darling, I have you and Wayne and David for that (others available on line), so I intend to continue to regard this beast as a superior typewriter that usually allows me to send my friends greetings instantly and plays games with me. I do not HAVE to master any given thing other than the universe. I know how to delegate. On those rare occasions when I find anyone competent to hold the banner. We DO have flags other than that with the cross of SinAndrew on it, you know. Much more to add, but the Legions are demanding their leader's second in command immediately. Hugs, and if I didn't have Rangers here I'd haul down the Burnett flag and hoist the Stars and Bars in your honor! Elle

Yeah, now you're talkin. Just dropped by on my way to land this bird. See you are getting the hang of the prime ulf stte of the Ver Ald and I knew you would even though it isn't as purdy as you' like it to be. Yup...delegate or stagnate. First thing a good leader has to learn to do correctly. Adam, go rightly. Thanks for the stars and bars and flags are, well, simply that. I like the naval 'don't tread on me.' The so called American flag is the flag of the East India Trading Company but no one ever teaches these dinks a thing and ya gotta learn it all on your own! Sheesh! Later, lady Cassandra. FLock browser does give you mui many options not found in other browsers but slowly, slowly, the grade isn't that steep, just steep enough. Too cold here tonight to continue on much longer webwise. Takes the body heat and transforms it into tiredness. nasty stuff the cold. ;) Night night, Cassie...

I begin to suspect, my love, that only thee and me want to play this silly game.

Star Rover...

There are still plenty of ribs, turkey, barbecued sausage and so forth, but not a "Geronimo!" in sight or sound. No thumps of assorted sizes on the roof. Do the Snowpaw and his ladyfriends have little parachutes, too? Who pulls their ripcords?

I, too, like "Don't Tread on Me," but we have some interesting local variations from our history, as well. We have a dull-looking but very pointed one with a cannon on it, for example.

The problems with delegating are finding those who will accept the duties, and then finding those who are capable of fulfilling them from that pool. Many times amateur help is far more trouble than it is worth. It isn't like an SOG, more like your vision of this site. It's a good idea, but you and I are the only ones doing anything about it! To compound the problem, it sometimes takes me time to find messages...

I'm doing well on rounding up livestock and having trouble with over-enthusiasm. There is a very definite limit to how big I think this colony can be before we start getting labelled a compound or a cult, and there are questions in my mind whether some of those who would be very useful can be brought to see that they must contribute more than their right index fingers. I daresay Geo Wash had days like this, too.

In particular, Wayne's oldest son who is encumbered with two of the most useless females ever to clutter the earth wants to be here, as who in his or her right mind wouldn't, and they're pushing hard. If John were in charge of stores we would always know exactly where everything was and how much was left, but having to feed three for months is a very large price to pay for that service, particularly when we're talking about my money. It is not possible to buy one's way into the group, but it isn't fair to expect me to pay their way, either. Sometimes circumstances alter cases. You're worth feeding if you can't come up with a stack of FRN, although I still say that there are times when we have to compromise in the interests of preserving our hides. After the breakdown of society you may refuse to touch picturesque bits of worthless paper with my blessing, but at present they (or quaint, handwritten paper "money" known as "checques") are the only means of exchange recognized by the indigenous population. In some cases the natives accept small rectangles of plastic which they insert in small on-site places of worship, but those, too, keep tabs in terms of FRN.

It is all very well for those who eat reptiles to say they can live off the land, but there is going to be a great deal of competition and I have no recipes for roasted armadillo or turtle soup. In theory we can grow sugar beets, but for practical purposes when the sugar is gone it will be GONE.

Hey, sons and daughters. Yuck...glad I've never, and will never, gone that route. To me the vast hordes of Earth are all family. And...I could give a shit about thinigs like so called 'close relatives' whom I've always found aren't even close! I'd much rather be with the Beduin of the deep Sinai then with so called brothers and sisters of natal dimensions. I think it's all a lie anyway. A little MKULTRA goes a long way and Project Bluebeam is for real as far as realities spike.

Anyhow I'm worth much more than my weight in gold and I do not eat much. But I'd never want to feel 'obliged' to anyone for something as silly as food. I know how to get my own and would never be in a group that doesn't. The Einsamer way, I'm afraid, is the way fro me and hierarchies can go the way of all flesh. I like basic black unadorned by fig clusters and silver shit so...

I can sypathize with you where the monies are concerned. Fortunaely I am not for sale. And I think that we are not as near to 'Har Megiddo (Armageddon)' as some apologists (For living) would like us to be! Fear mongering is good for childrten and old ladies but I never did and never will support 'the American' way of life...or any other "way" for that matter. The way that is no way is my only way through life and since real life just is...why, I am, too.

Lots of love, and empathy, your way - Cassandra san. A man with two useless women? Well, you can, maybe, pimp them out? ;) heh, heh, heh...

Love ya,

RA

My fabulous son is near Seattle. My incredibly beautiful and brainy daughter is in Dallas. If I had it to do over again I'd be an Egyptologist! Love 'em both, but I paid a premium price for them, and they are scarcely in my life at all any more after consuming half of it.

Are you out of your brilliant mind? ALL the hoardes of earth are your family? I don't even think we could come up with a jury of my peers! No, no, mein schatz, I am far too particular to find interest in much of mankind. I am kind to the denizens I must deal with, but I much prefer the splendor of the rare good mind, and am perfectly happy in my own. Do you know the old-fashioned meaning of "condescend?" To be kind to those far beneath one's notice! In that sense only I "condescend" to others. Chuckle. I was out pillaging and plundering a day or so ago and a young man I had spoken to for perhaps two minutes as part of a three-way conversation lit up instantly when he saw me, and when I called him by name and asked him how he was doing on his finals studying accounting he all but glowed. True, it is hard to forget Tweedledum when he bags your groceries, but...kindness counts. It cost me nothing but a little breath I was through with to be nice to the kid. I could exhale it gently, or turn it into pleasant words. No contest.

I know you are worth more than your weight in gold, but will remind you that the "new" "luxury" is going to be food...and that in pioneer societies we make our own entertainment, part of which is good meals. In the words of my sainted departed husband, "I don't have to practice being miserable!" As for being "obliged" to anyone for your food, you aren't the least bit helpless, and I'm quite certain you could provide both interesting viands and, ah, things it might be best to consume quickly since one would not wish to be caught receiving stolen goods even in times of war!

I love basic black, and wear nothing else, but I have a decided partiality for things that glitter. You know, gold, diamonds, LED...Hierarchies ARE, my treasure. If they weren't I would not be writing to you when I should be tucked up against a nice, warm sleeping body. There ARE ubermenschen, whether the world likes it or not. If I cannot be a "super" man, I will hang it up.

MONEY, my darling, is a WEAPON, as well as a great defense. A quick, only faintly impatient, rattle of half a dozen heavy gold bracelets and the recalcitrant tend to get cooperative. It would be so untidy to leave dead bodies scattered around because the former inhabitants had not pleased me, don't you think? Ah, how I hate being stuffed into this little box! I am not the sort to be confined.

Goodness, what set you off? "For sale?" Nobody made you an offer! I AM for sale, but the price is in the coin of the realm I want to create, and I have yet to meet anyone interested in paying it or able to pay it since I have been a widow. It is character, principles, intelligence, knowledge, kindness, self-reliance, a sense that the world is a ridiculous place, imagination, affection, a hearty appreciation of the joys of the flesh, and the ability to enjoy life and see all that is splendid about me.

As for har megiddo...well, the MOST I will say is that it would not surprise me if it occured by about 2012, but that isn't my problem and I have no intention of trying to "prepare" for it. MY task is to hang onto and protect the things that are important to me, and I work very hard at it. I refuse to be a peasant living in a hut on the banks of the Ganges, or to starve obligingly for the "ideals" of totalitarians. I am going to build another oasis, with serenity, love, security, companionship, and as many beautiful things around me as I can manage. I will have a geode world: ugly rock to those who view only the shell, wondrous shining crystals within. I hope you will come see it sometime, even if you do not wish to stay. By the time you get to Phoenix...pull me out a tailfeather, please.

Become a pimp? I think not. First, I do not KNOW any men who have to buy sex or would be interested in doing so. Second, I do not think of that as a commodity which is for sale. Sex is the most fun two people can have when they aren't using their minds, but call me fastidious...I just cannot view it as a financial transaction. How desperately sad. In this case, I cut a deal: we found something the wife is capable of and will ENJOY doing (caring for chickens, rabbits, and gardens), and the "of age" daughter cannot come. Period.

The one I REALLY feel sorry for is my adored Pita, who is going to try to protect and sustain THREE totally useless individuals: the ex-wife who treated him so shoddily and is consideraly less interesting than grits (she was a bad wife, mother, and housekeeper, as bland as Cool Whip, and her "work" experience is selling dresses and being a church secretary. Yuck.), the spoiled HS graduating senior who is a pain in the posterior and prone to making snippy remarks in her "innocent little girl" way, and the 21-year-old son who is busy flunking out of college for the second time because of his lack of drive and total obsession with interactive computer games. At best, Pita will have the beauteous Emily's boyfriend, who is smart (other than his two-year obsession with the twit), strong, and willing. They cannot possibly survive, even though Pita is incredibly inventive and spending money at perhaps an even faster clip than I am. One man can NOT raise enough produce and meat to feed five people. One man can NOT defend against beast and foe. The beasts include wild hogs, cougars, and assorted snakes. The "neighbors" on the next ranch shot over 100 of his goats one afternoon for sport, and his place is well out of sight from the road but an easy shot from their ranch house.

Must run, Doll. Sorry it took me so long to find this. Hugs and serenity be yours, darling. Linda