THE LIGHT ON THE HILL

Well, we’re two days back from The North, two days back from what we now sometimes think of as our Northern Compound, thanks to Joel over at The Mole Hole.

There were three units to our ‘compound’ – three units for eight adults, one child, and three dogs.
What a blast!!!

There were family and friends and fellowship and food and drink and campfires and fireworks and such as that.

As an old colleague of mine used to say when things were going to his liking, “How sweet it is!!” and/or, “I wonder how the poor folks are doing.”

Anyway, we returned to the real world, or did we leave the real world, and are now catching up on all sorts of chores and this and that [I know, poor grammar].
How's your gramper?

We were North for two weeks and shared the compound for ca. five days, five days away from concentrating in our inefficient way on planetary happenings.

A lot of stuff was and is going down.

A pop star was buried – mindless commemoration and fascination.

b.o. at international conferences – analyses proceeding. It would appear that the msm will write off the non-progress as grande first steps to really meaningful progress as b.o. guides the world to ‘broader, sunlit uplands.’

Sarah resigns – lots to wonder about there. We have found a new website for her and will share it here if it reads well.

We worry about GM. We watch in fascination as the US Empire grows more muscular, even under the command of b.o.
It has been our theory that it is going to grow regardless of who is at the helm.
We have explored this earlier and would love to do so again – in fact we do with friends, over cups and pints and the like. Probably more than they like.
Rules govern the world order, or disorder, whether we like it or not.
Libs do not know this.

These are heady days.

The Republic is sailing in choppy seas.
But she has always been seaworthy.

But she has had better skippers.

Say a prayer.

Be positive.

The United States of American is Exceptional – even if b.o. does not think it is.

Believe it.

A light on the hill.

Really, the only significant light on the hill.