Don't Tell Me I'm Not Green

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Green pest control

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As Cowboy Blob, proprietor of  The Saloon of 1,000 Delights, says, "Nothing runs like a Deere."  It is to him I owe the pistol photo.

(The twin JD318 tractors belong to the Camp Jiggleview, of which I am Commandant. They are assigned to the  Base Maintenance Detachment, of which I am the garrison.)
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Comment of the Day

Tam has a riff on the feds banning rat poison, and commenter  RJC said:

I was shopping for some rat poison. One brand said it killed rats up to 8 weeks. I told the sales clerk I was looking for something more permanent.

Ron Paul

I never intended this blog to hump for a candidate, but I think I'll make an exception.

Last night at St. Anselm's, Paul set himself apart. He said the American misery of 2011 is the logical result of 70 years of debasing the currency. He said the  current crisis was predictable and certainly meant that it was predictable at any moment of the seven-decade runup to Weimar.

He also said the solution to the housing crises is to quit calling it a crisis.  He said government should butt out and let home values fall to their actual worth, at which point they would find buyers and thus erase the market hangover of a million-plus "lender-owned" houses.

He said other things meant to engage the intellect of voters so equipped.

Too few, of course.

Love,
Don Quixote

Is this the person to whom I AM speaking?

There's one of those memes going around --"How old are you?" One of the questions asks if you have ever used a phone without a dial. Sure, in fact,:

"Numbuh plee-uz?"

"Seven-three-five, please""

"Oh, you want Miss Clooney. She's not home. I just saw her go into Jackson's grocery store. Shall I ring her there?"

"Yes, it's kind of important."

"Okay."

(buzzz  buzzz buzz)

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Re-constructed from memory of a tale told by an aunt.