As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
thank you for your article about corn and hydrology. I often recall your past writings about the Minnesota 13 variety. Keep up your good work- it is appreciated. j
I would much rather be writing on subjects like the above, but at this time am moved to prepare people so they do not phreak when more intense events begin to happen. My days have been dealing with the nightmare of fixing and building fence as I should have had cattle in the pasture weeks ago, but everything here is a month late and I'm behind. Am hoping the last nightmare in fence building is not going to be as horrid as the past two days of drenched in sweat, deer flies and cow flies attacking me, wood ticks galore and thinking I'm having a heart attack scaling cliffs.
I learn things though, hydrology for one thing I learned about. My Grandpa's pasture takes in part of a small river. I never paid much attention this pasture growing up, as it is complicated. It is like 60 acres flat, but if you spread out the gullies and hills in it, it is probably twice that. There is allot of land there scrunched up.
By the river which had flooded, epic proportions, there is an S shaped ox bow coming in. Where I was working, I the fence was flattened, gone and had debris wound around it like a tornado. Water does interesting things, because it is like air, which is water. So I was looking for the fence, and noticed it strung out. The water here was about 6 foot deep. It is 200 yards from the river, but in that bow entering the pasture. As I was looking at things yesterday, you can not notice it, but the land is lower there, and there is a channel cut long ago into the pasture. This is a historic overflow from long ago, and it was here a glacier in this HAARP flooding came crushing along and ripped the fence out here. It snapped the barbed wire as it stretched it.
Down further, the top wire was snapped as some tree or ice broke that. That was one huge piece of ice though that came floating along in a place that you would swear was not going to flood.
Next project on Sunday is to get into the river and retrieve a stock panel and the barb wire attached to it, ,and hope that will fix most of the fence in the last major destruction. I also have a debris stack on the fence, that I do not quite know how to deal with that........am thinking of cutting the wire, pulling fence through and reassembling as that debris is full of ticks.
The damned mice ate the few ears of a corn that I really like, a white corn, that is dented that really does well. I think it is an Oscar Will release, but all I can ever think of is Northwestern, but that is red corn, just as good.
I actually took the time to do a search and I found it the white corn.
Rustler White Dent Corn. A rare, historic white dent type corn that was first introduced by the Minnesota Goodwin Company in ... Oscar Will Company in 1941.
That one did better than Minnesota 13 and any other variety of yellow corn. It impressed me immensely, but I was working on yellow dent corn in the theory of being able to sell it to the grain buyers, where white corn would be culled. The point of it all is that if you need something to eat, Rustler is a good one.
It far surpasses the big southern varieties which are 120 days plus an grow like 16 feet tall. Bloody Butcher is a very good corn. I liked Trucker's Favorite too........immense corn, but I would have to grow it here for a number of years to get the days shortened as the corn is wet when it freezes here. Also, that tall white corn, has the softest husks on it, that will not cut your ass when using it for toilet paper if that product stops being made. Just something you now know in million dollar knowledge if you pay attention and are Inspired.
So my primary corns are Golden Bantum for sweet corn, and for flour this Arikara White when God Wills it to give me surplus and more land to grow larger quantities of it. Thanks to non donors the rats ate me hulless oats which I hope to be able to get a seed supply back. Another expense. Another warning, when the melt down takes place, there are going to be rats and mice, eating your clothes, eating your food, and shitting and pissing on everything, so it is nice and sticky. The reason we have problems now occurring is the cartel shut down the poisons we used to use to kill off those vermin easily. Just think of New York city all across America. There will probably be a rat plague of some sort as the experiences I have been having under demon attack have taught me a great deal about that kind of preparation.
I'm using old freezers that do not work. 5 bucks for them, when totes cost 8 dollars used, keeps food safe from mice and rats, and does not bankrupt me due to non donors.
I think people should have waders. I need them for the river, but high rubber boots, that includes hip boots, keeps ticks and snakes from biting. The world will change and the last thing you want in tribulation times is to be a festering sore.
Speaking of which, it is hot here, major hot. The box elder bugs are already hatched out in large red masses of juveniles. That never happens until August here. While that is not the festering, the heat brings out the blood sucking flies. I'm healing from 4 bites. Itched like hell yesterday on day 2. Better today, but was pleased in fixing fence as the jeans itched them and kept my mind off of them as nothing is worse than a blood sucking fly bite. Mine still are hard red lump welts. Is why I wear long sleeves and pants mostly. That is what showers are for to wash outside off. You can not wash bug bites away.
Saw my pope sister and what I think was a that idiot Grand kid, God help him, trying to make a puppy shit. I have a good method, although TL likes me saying "Potty", it is I stand there with a riding crop in my hand and yell, "Do you got a shit!" Does not work if one is in civilization, but the neighbors here do not mind as I hear the yell a great deal too.
Anway, I figure the pope and her prick husband were vaxed. Was like 95 and humid the day we drove by, and she had on clam digger pants and a sweatshirt. The thermostat in her body must not be working proper. Looks like she aged to a fossil, and must be why God showed me the spectacle, as it is always comforting justice to see evil people one the slow burn of death. Granted I prefer them in the coffin, but God apparently appreciates slow death. Probably teaches people to repent, which they do not do, and makes the torment longer which I'm supposed to appreciate.
I just saw a father and son die in our local obits. I figure the old man died, was in Heaven and asked God to kill his kid, as he was sick with cancer. I heard a story one time about some Norwegians in North Dakota where one died, and they all died, kind of to be together. Norwegians are odd in cherishing being miserable together. Would think being Scandinavian would be enough of a burden than to want to do it together.
Now that I have insulted uber whiteness.........I wonder what big is in Norwegian...........I will look it up.
Stor is the word. Hvithet is whiteness.........pronounced VEE TET
Reason I was interested is Old Steve has pissed me off and I think I will tell him he suffers from stor hvithet, great whiteness as he is such a sutrete, pronounced SUE Tret tah, a whiner.
Is what happens when you hang around with Jew converts to the pope and all that wrangles along with it.
Lider or leadehr is suffers, so Lider Stro Hvithet is suffers from great whiteness. See the liberal cartel wokesters never have any of this fun stuff. Too busy with anus things so they can't think up insults which stick.
Always works better to insult people in a foreign language with a smile. They never catch on. Just not in German as that always sounds like an insult, so does Russian.
See look at this, leidet unter großem Weißsein.
Lie det, unter grow sum vice sign. See you say that to someone and they know you are insulting them.
I better go. Will practice on people in town to see how they like being insulted.
Nuff Said
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