top of the heap to third world status in one generation

[h.h.]

Lower pay for farm workers equates to a hand out to big ag, more poverty, and unfair competition for the small farmer. Very trumponian.


https://www.npr.org/2020/04/10/8320...CXqaGvYlNbKxRY622pPBYXfANdRCxck18ytzQVNvOy7Fs

 

[TychoMonolyth]

If Everyone Ate Beans Instead of Beef.

I wonder why we eat so much beef.....No I don't!
But that is a whole nother thread.

The most commonly consumed meat in the world is Goat. Why don't we eat more Goat? I had my first goat meal a couple years ago, and let me tell you, it's amazingly delicious. Lol

 

[St. Phatty]

Lower pay for farm workers equates to a hand out to big ag, more poverty, and unfair competition for the small farmer. Very trumponian.

workers should go on strike, and let Americans figure out if they want to starve.

they can all start coughing and they can raise their body temp. before a temp test, by skipping rope or running in place.

then to add to the effect, they should walk through a blackberry patch and show up for work with bloody scratches on their scalp. doesn't hurt that much.

 

[h.h.]

workers should go on strike, and let Americans figure out if they want to starve.

they can all start coughing and they can raise their body temp. before a temp test, by skipping rope or running in place.

then to add to the effect, they should walk through a blackberry patch and show up for work with bloody scratches on their scalp. doesn't hurt that much.

The lowest paid workers tend to have the weakest unions. They can’t afford to strike.

 

[moose eater]

The most commonly consumed meat in the world is Goat. Why don't we eat more Goat? I had my first goat meal a couple years ago, and let me tell you, it's amazingly delicious. Lol

There was an African restaurant near Blunt Bros. Café in Vancouver we ate at; awesome food, though definitely different than common western fare. Goat was a prominent meat on the menu there, if I recall correctly.

Urban Organix (seeds) was upstairs from BB, and interesting times there; later 90's, I think. On my way back from a California mental health conference, I detoured and took the ferry to Victoria, to visit an old (used to be) friend from the Yukon Territory days in the 70s.

We put ONE billy goat into the cold storage on the farm; suicidal Sam. He hadn't been neutered before becoming freezer meat, and nothing about him was any more attractive as meat, than he had been desirable as livestock. Neutering him well ahead of slaughter would've changed that a good bit.

Nannies were a whole different issue. They were clean, intelligent, reciprocal in interactions, and contrary to cartoons, they don't eat everything in sight (but you have to keep them out of the garden, including the ganja patch). Persnickety re. timing of their milking, and their treatment, both of which can affect the volume of milk production. Less cream content, and not stratified the way cows' milk is, but their milk can be made into many traditional cheeses, none the less.

If I were to return to keeping livestock, milking nanny goats would likely be among those we might keep... providing a warmer, small sleeping area could be available to them.

 

[Gry]

I get 3 hours of Chicago blues each Saturday morning kpfa. org.
They even have archives so I can re live those lost moments.
In any rural setting of mine, goats would be a standard fixture.

 

[moose eater]

Lady Goat would meet me at the pasture, near the barn, when I went to slop hogs near the swamp pens, and feed the ducks, sheep, etc. early in the A.M.

I'd put down the 5-gallon buckets of feed and slops when she came up to me, and I'd curl my hands and forearms like hooves and legs when a goat leaps mid-stride in a run, and I'd jump into the air, waving my head around as though I had horns, with my arms and hands as described.

She'd go leaping and running down to the swamp's edge by the pens, at the far end of the pasture, hooves and legs retracted in between strides, tossing her head about in the air, doing a U-turn abruptly at the end of the swamp's boundary, still making great speed, and then run back, doing the same as she had running down, leaping, shaking her head in the air, et., then skidding to a stop in front of me. At which point I'd do the same again, and she would do her 'route' down the pasture, all over again.

Seemed like with a lab chasing a stick or ball, she'd do this routine with me as long as I reciprocated..

That was her and my morning interactive ritual, somewhere around 5:00 and 5:30 each morning, then that same hour later in the afternoon/evening, both times of the day with the Ozark Mtn. Daredevils, Willy, John Prine, Charlie Daniels, or Jerry Jeff blaring from the barn, from the Pioneer Super Tuner running off the tractor's battery, alligator-clipped to the tractor..

Some of the most pleasant, post-coffee, post-morning joints ritual and memory of those times. Up at 4:30 or 5:00 A.M., stoking the antique wood cook stove for coffee, and rolling doobies. Prepping for the day's work.

Nanny goats were Queens of the farm, in my opinion. I was probably 17 at that time.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vZ6INAayEJI

 

[Microbeman]

There was an African restaurant near Blunt Bros. Café in Vancouver we ate at; awesome food, though definitely different than common western fare. Goat was a prominent meat on the menu there, if I recall correctly.

Urban Organix (seeds) was upstairs from BB, and interesting times there; later 90's, I think. On my way back from a California mental health conference, I detoured and took the ferry to Victoria, to visit an old (used to be) friend from the Yukon Territory days in the 70s.

We put ONE billy goat into the cold storage on the farm; suicidal Sam. He hadn't been neutered before becoming freezer meat, and nothing about him was any more attractive as meat, than he had been desirable as livestock. Neutering him well ahead of slaughter would've changed that a good bit.

Nannies were a whole different issue. They were clean, intelligent, reciprocal in interactions, and contrary to cartoons, they don't eat everything in sight (but you have to keep them out of the garden, including the ganja patch). Persnickety re. timing of their milking, and their treatment, both of which can affect the volume of milk production. Less cream content, and not stratified the way cows' milk is, but their milk can be made into many traditional cheeses, none the less.

If I were to return to keeping livestock, milking nanny goats would likely be among those we might keep... providing a warmer, small sleeping area could be available to them.

Did you ever encounter the breakfast, circa 70s at George's Grill [no George in sight; only an ancient Chinese couple definitely not named George]? It was on Main near Broadway in Vancouver. For 2.50 one could feast on 3 eggs any style, steak, 2 pieces of whole wheat toast, assorted jams in jars, heaps of grill refried potatoes with chopped green onions and endless coffee. My place to be most mornings during my city phase.

Back at the farm, my nanny thought it amusing to run out the back door of the barn with the plastic feed pail with me in pursuit, circumventing to the front again where she kicked over the feedsack and began gobbling grain spilled out everywhere; me shrieking at her as she ran off kicking a leap in the air.

I do agree that goat meat is delicious but that was not her fate being a great milker. Goat meat is like a cross of deer and elk; to me anyway.

 

[moose eater]

Did you ever encounter the breakfast, circa 70s at George's Grill [no George in sight; only an ancient Chinese couple definitely not named George]? It was on Main near Broadway in Vancouver. For 2.50 one could feast on 3 eggs any style, steak, 2 pieces of whole wheat toast, assorted jams in jars, heaps of grill refried potatoes with chopped green onions and endless coffee. My place to be most mornings during my city phase.

Back at the farm, my nanny thought it amusing to run out the back door of the barn with the plastic feed pail with me in pursuit, circumventing to the front again where she kicked over the feedsack and began gobbling grain spilled out everywhere; me shrieking at her as she ran off kicking a leap in the air.

I do agree that goat meat is delicious but that was not her fate being a great milker. Goat meat is like a cross of deer and elk; to me anyway.

Never saw or attended that restaurant; almost sounds like an Arlo Guthrie construct... no restaurant, no Alice, etc.

Minimal time in Vancouver; either passing through on my way to Gibson (1 x), or back and forth to Victoria, or at the Airport, on my way to some place else, and coming from Whitehorse Yukon Territory.

Ran into a long-time acquaintance from the Yukon Territory in the middle of the night at the Vancouver airport one night ('79?), a pilot/A&P mechanic for the Carcross Skydiving Club (Yukon Territory) during an earthquake. He walked up, and I was sitting on the marble (???) tile flor, next to my elkhound's kennel, playing solitaire, on my way down to Az. to pick up a motorcycle, leave my pup with my mother, and take a ride up through the 4-Corners country, through Az, Colorado, Utah, and back, with a camera I'd just scored at Kits Cameras in Whitehorse, at the Qwanlin Mall.

Our nannies (rural Northern Michigan/UP) were pleased with their abode; hand-milled lumber from the local woods, decent milking stands, good feed, and contrary to my later-life punctuality, timely milking, which is far more key than many realize, in maintaining good milk production from the little guys..

Most of ours, when milking, produced in excess of a gallon/day (2 qts.+ each, A.M., and again P.M.), and Norma made goats' milk cheese, cranking away on a giant antique hand-crank cream separator in the kitchen of the old cabin.

The cream separator wasn't nearly as efficient with the goats' milk as with cows' milk, due to the previously mentioned differences in qualities of the different creams.

Took her some doing, but over time she became skilled at making goats' milk cheddars, which we also sold, along with the milk, duck & chicken eggs, wiener pigs, bedding plants, etc., etc.

Our nannies got into the garden once, and tore into the lengthy rows of out-door planted reefer, and I swore for several days there was a greenish tinge at the edges of the milking buckets, but I perceived no euphoric effects. Can't speak for the goats.

Made a point of securing all the gates better after that.

On occasion the school kids from town would come for a tour of the off-grid, poor-as-hell, self-sufficient hippie farm in the woods (Norma's mom was an aging school teacher, among other things, and was the source of the 40 acres of hardwood, conifer, cedar, swamp, etc. after Jojo returned from SE Asia), and sometimes a testy goat would gently but firmly butt a youngster, at which point a smaller piece of lumber or a stick was racked gently but firmly against the horns, which run parallel into the skull, and provide wayward anarchist goats with abruptly paying attention to boundaries..

They were quite bright.

Milking them at 5:00-5:30 A.M., with them up on their milking stands, thus, my head against that warm, clean-smelling belly, half-awake and stoned, milking, I came close many times to falling into a nap right there.

Nannies don't stink the way billies do, as they're not chronically pissing on themselves.

 

[Microbeman]

It's quite phenomenal how nannies eagerly jump onto their milking stands or into a trailer to go grazing further afield...like dogs for a car ride.

 

[moose eater]

It's quite phenomenal how nannies eagerly jump onto their milking stands or into a trailer to go grazing further afield...like dogs for a car ride.

Like dogs in many ways.

Try getting a 650- lb. boar hog you borrowed for breeding into a pick-up truck, after keeping him too long, and borrowing him when he was half that weight.. Whole different experience, and a whole lot more noise in the process.

Keystone cops turned hippies with ropes, tied to various locations on a belligerent hog, that has no clue what's happening, but is sure it's not good.

 

[Gry]

The Night the Music Died

Searching for the ghost of Buddy Holly in Clear Lake, Iowa.

https://getpocket.com/explore/item/the-night-the-music-died?utm_source=pocket-newtab

 

[Gry]

‘Resilience Bonds’: A Secret Weapon Against Catastrophe

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[shaggyballs]

They say I need the Thread-a-done clinic, they may be right.
So I will post this here.

Scientists grow the world’s first human pig Chimera.
https://www.fanaticalfuturist.com/2017/02/scientists-grow-the-worlds-first-human-pig-chimera/

 

[Gry]

Frank Zappa - Montana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smZA9Jv3qH0

 

[shaggyballs]

Frank Zappa - Montana

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=smZA9Jv3qH0

I used to throw acid parties.
Everybody stays the night.
No white light bulbs allowed in the house.
This movie playing on the tube.


This was all I could find....

[YOUTUBEIF]idCrcBGXjaQ[/YOUTUBEIF]
Had to keep the vibe groovin.

I dare you to make sense of it....I dare you....
Anybody remember....He's using the chicken to measure it?
COULD YOU BEAT ME WITH A TOILET BRUSH?
Oh, and when uncle meat took raw hamburger, stuffed into this chicks panties, I was like waaaaaat!

What's he doing?
He's using the chicken to measure it?

 

[Gry]

Bob Dylan - Murder Most Foul

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3NbQkyvbw18


Twas a dark day in Dallas, November '63
A day that will live on in infamy
President Kennedy was a-ridin' high
Good day to be livin' and a good day to die
Being led to the slaughter like a sacrificial lamb
He said, "Wait a minute, boys, you know who I am?"
"Of course we do, we know who you are"
Then they blew off his head while he was still in the car
Shot down like a dog in broad daylight
Was a matter of timing and the timing was right
You gotta pay debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your face
We've already got someone here to take your place
The day they blew out the brains of the king
Thousands were watching, no one saw a thing
It happened so quickly, so quick, by surprise
Right there in front of everyone's eyes
Greatest magic trick ever under the sun
Perfectly executed, skillfully done
Wolfman, oh wolfman, oh wolfman howl
Rub-a-dub-dub, it's a murder most foul
Hush, little children, you'll understand
The Beatles are comin', they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all dressed in rags
Pick up the pieces and lower the flags
I'm going to Woodstock, it's the Aquarian Age
Then I'll go to Altamont and sit near the stage
Put your head out the window, let the good times roll
There's a party going on behind the Grassy Knoll
Stack up the bricks, pour the cement
Don't say Dallas don't love you, Mr. President
Put your foot in the tank and step on the gas
Try to make it to the triple underpass
Blackface singer, whiteface clown
Better not show your faces after the sun goes down
Up in the red light district, they've got cop on the beat
Living in a nightmare on Elm Street
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the ballot, money to burn
Dealey Plaza, make a left-hand turn
I'm going down to the crossroads, gonna flag a ride
The place where faith, hope, and charity died
Shoot him while he runs, boy
Shoot him while you can
See if you can shoot the invisible man
Goodbye, Charlie
Goodbye, Uncle Sam
Frankly, my Scarlet, I don't give a damn
What is the truth, and where did it go?
Ask Oswald and Ruby, they oughta know
"Shut your mouth, " said the wise old owl
Business is business, and it's a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me?
I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body, and they took out his brain
What more could they do?
They piled on the pain
But his soul's not there where it was supposed to be at
For the last fifty years they've been searchin' for that
Freedom, oh freedom
Freedom above me
I hate to tell you, mister, but only dead men are free
Send me some lovin', tell me no lies
Throw the gun in the gutter and walk on by
Wake up, little Suzie, let's go for a drive
Cross the Trinity River, let's keep hope alive
Turn the radio on, don't touch the dials
Parkland hospital, only six more miles
You got me dizzy, Miss Lizzy
You filled me with lead
That magic bullet of yours has gone to my head
I'm just a patsy like Patsy Cline
Never shot anyone from in front or behind
I've blood in my eye, got blood in my ear
I'm never gonna make it to the new frontier
Zapruder's film I've seen that before
Seen it 33 times, maybe more
It's vile and deceitful
It's cruel and it's mean
Ugliest thing that you ever have seen
They killed him once and they killed him twice
Killed him like a human sacrifice
The day that they killed him, someone said to me, "Son
The age of the Antichrist has just only begun"
Air Force One coming in through the gate
Johnson sworn in at 2:38
Let me know when you decide to thrown in the towel
It is what it is, and it's murder most foul
What's new, pussycat?
What'd I say?
I said the soul of a nation been torn away
And it's beginning to go into a slow decay
And that it's 36 hours past Judgment Day
Wolfman Jack, he's speaking in tongues
He's going on and on at the top of his lungs
Play me a song, Mr. Wolfman Jack
Play it for me in my long Cadillac
Play me that "Only the Good Die Young"
Take me to the place Tom Dooley was hung
Play "St. James Infirmary" and "The Port of King James"
If you want to remember, you better write down the names
Play Etta James, too
Play "I'd Rather Go Blind"
Play it for the man with the telepathic mind
Play John Lee Hooker
Play "Scratch My Back"
Play it for that strip club owner named Jack
Guitar Slim going down slow
Play it for me and for Marilyn Monroe
Play "Please Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood"
Play it for the First Lady, she ain't feeling any good
Play Don Henley
Play Glenn Frey
Take it to the limit and let it go by
Play it for Karl Wirsum, too
Looking far, far away at Down Gallow Avenue
Play tragedy, play "Twilight Time"
Take me back to Tulsa to the scene of the crime
Play another one and "Another One Bites the Dust"
Play "The Old Rugged Cross" and "In God We Trust"
Ride the pink horse down that long, lonesome road
Stand there and wait for his head to explode
Play "Mystery Train" for Mr. Mystery
The man who fell down dead like a rootless tree
Play it for the Reverend
Play it for the Pastor
Play it for the dog that got no master
Play Oscar Peterson
Play Stan Getz
Play "Blue Sky"
Play Dickey Betts
Play Hot Pepper, Thelonious Monk
Charlie Parker and all that junk
All that junk and "All That Jazz"
Play something for the Birdman of Alcatraz
Play Buster Keaton
Play Harold Lloyd
Play Bugsy Siegel
Play Pretty Boy Floyd
Play the numbers
Play the odds
Play "Cry Me A River" for the Lord of the gods
Play Number 9
Play Number 6
Play it for Lindsey and Stevie Nicks
Play Nat King Cole
Play "Nature Boy"
Play "Down In The Boondocks" for Terry Malloy
Play "It Happened One Night" and "One Night of Sin"
There's 12 Million souls that are listening in
Play "Merchant to Venice"
Play "Merchants of Death"
Play "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President
Help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
Brothers? What brothers? What's this about hell?
Tell them, "We're waiting, keep coming"
We'll get them as well
Love Field is where his plane touched down
But it never did get back up off the ground
Was a hard act to follow, second to none
They killed him on the altar of the rising sun
Play "Misty" for me and "That Old Devil Moon"
Play "Anything Goes" and "Memphis in June"
Play "Lonely At the Top" and "Lonely Are the Brave"
Play it for Houdini spinning around his grave
Play Jelly Roll Morton
Play "Lucille"
Play "Deep In a Dream"
And play "Driving Wheel"
Play "Moonlight Sonata" in F-sharp
And "A Key to the Highway" for the king on the harp
Play "Marching Through Georgia" and "Dumbaroton's Drums"
Play darkness and death will come when it comes
Play "Love Me Or Leave Me" by the great Bud Powell
Play "The Blood-stained Banner"
Play "Murder Most Foul"


Songwriters: Bob Dylan

 

[Microbeman]

Thanks Gry. What a find...what a poet

 

[h.h.]

I started to listen to it the other day. I was disappointed. I wondered why he bothered.

 

[Microbeman]

better to read than listen to