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Monthly Archives: October 2018

The Great Manipulator, Soros

“I am a God !”

If you are bored you might go here and invest an hour in your education on how we got here in the tapestry of world events;

A big player among many that is herding the sheep towards the cliff…pg

update 9/24/2019;

The Actress and her Patron,

This Drive to take power by the Communists is reaching a crescendo of noise and photo ops. Their world of slavery for the masses is in the balance as is ours of personal freedom. They know that they are losing the argument and must close the deal NOW by stampeding world leaders into selling out their constituents. The Scam of the Global Climate Catastrophic religion is about to go bust on major cooling already under way. The next question is can they pivot again? HUMANS are the cause of Global Ice Age!! WE must SAVE the world, Give us your money and allegiance. Only WE can save you from the Wrath of the Gods ! This line has been used for 10,000 years, will it work again? …pg

the Word

The Word was GOD

In the beginning Humans were as “Beasts of the Field” Without language or history. The ape like “see do” and personal experience were the only means to learn new things and non-language vocalization and gestures the only way to communicate. Then came the invention of “WORD”,   The naming of things, events, conditions, motions, places, the communication of experiences and knowledge, one brain to the next. “And the Word was GOD”, the properly naming of something gave power over it. MAGIC!

The old could teach the young their knowledge, describe their experiences, their wisdom. The total of Human knowledge could multiply far beyond the ability of one person to gather through experience.

For thousands of years knowledge was memorized one generation to the next, but that required person to person exchange. Persons rarely traveled much in distance nor communicated with many different people. Knowledge traveled slowly from one group to the next if at all. Knowledge became family or tribal limited by the use of local words and phrases.

It is said that King Nimrod sent his soldiers out to collect the wisemen of his kingdom into a university, an Ivory Tower of learning so that all the knowledge of the land could be exchanged and taught to the young.

As a memory tool, cypher or pictographs were created, In time these evolved into a common language that everyone schooled in their use could understand and use, regardless of their native dialect The transfer of knowledge no longer required a common language or person to person contact. A written language of common words evolved. The knowledge base expanded and spread, it even could be communicated over extended time.

Writing these words of wisdom required a long a laborious process so these books of knowledge were rare and expensive only the wealthy or connected could access them. In time, Hand copied pages became machine printed pages and books of a few copies became additions of thousands, then became copied in the millions. The spread of the “Word” knowledge, became available to everyone. But still a difficult and expensive process under the limiting control of the few.

Today we have this miracle of the electronic computer age of an inexpensive World Wide Web.  Communication of thought and knowledge in real time and translated into the language of your choice.

The wealthy and powerful still struggle to impose and maintain their control over knowledge.

We Don’t Need Them! …pg

mothers pie crust

Recipe for oil pie crust mom makes

8-9 inch shallow one crust , or the top of a 10 inch:

1 cup + 2Tbs flour;, 1 tsp sugar, 1/2 tsp salt;

1/3 cup salad oil (corn oil) ;

2 to 3 Tbs cold water.

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10 inch deep dish:

2 1/2 cups flour, 1 tsp. salt, 2 tsp sugar;

2/3 cup corn oil;

4 to 6 tbs COLD water as needed,

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For a 10 inch one crust or 8-9inch two crust:

1 3/4 cup flour, 1tsp salt, 1/2cup salad oil, 3 to 4 Tbs cold water

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measure flour,sugar and salt into bowl; Add oil, mix until particles are size of small peas. Sprinkle in water 1 Tbs at a time, until flour is moistened, and beginning to show some stickiness.  and almost cleans side of bowl.   chill dough in refrigerator 30 minutes,    Place flattened round between two pieces of wax paper. Roll dough 2 inches larger than pan. about 1/8 inch thick.

Bake shell at 450F,   20 minutes /until golden brown,  reduce to 250F to cook filling, about an hour plus for the deep dish.

For best results, Do not rework scraps! sprinkle them with sugar and cinnamon, lay out on cooky sheet to bake! a very tasty treat while you let the finished pie cool.

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Apple pie filler for 10″ deep dish: thin slice 6 cups apples, add 1 teaspoon cinnamon, 1 cup sugar, 1 tablespoon chopped ginger, 2 tablespoons flour.

Mix well before adding to shell. Then cover with thin rolled topper and slice in vents.

This post is under construction…pg

A real Rodeo

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Desert Rodeo

Back in “85” I was entertaining my friends at the Golden’s bar in Cederville and Tom Espil shows up, wants to take me out to the lower Solder Creek Ranch to get a walkin cooler going.

In the early 1960s I went to high school with the Espil boys in Cederville, California, a small cow town near the Oregon/Nevada corner of California. John was a classmate, Tom a couple years younger and Brent a few years younger.

So we gather up my gear and head out south on the Gerlach Rd to the ranch a hundred miles out into the desert. Got introduced at the ranch but Tommy had to go to Susanville, be back the next day. So I examine the job and got started, Brent and his giant dog have to work the local range cattle, without help, so he is very busy, but his wife Vicky is a good hostess and I get the job done by afternoon the next day…..but no Tommy.

Brent sets me to servicing the generator and then fix a couple of tractors, clean and organize the shop,  but, After 4 days still no Tommy and I’m running out of things to do.  Brent says they are doing a big roundup the next day and invites me to join as a rider. Ok, I can ride.

We get to the campsite before dark and set up for the night along with the rest of the crew. Before light we roust up and wake up the remuda, the horses no happier in the dark cold morning then the rest of us. I get assigned a horse and gear, Saddle him up, draw up the cinch but leave it unbound as I walk around, talk to the horse, check the gear, drink the last of the coffee, get instructions. Day light comes, time to get to work. Walk back to the horse, draw up the cinch strap tight and bind it up. Now when you first saddle up a horse they will swell up and after they relax you wind up with a loose saddle and real problems if the horse moves abruptly. Hence the delay in binding up the cinch. UP into the saddle and we start out down the trail to the flat, my horse starts crow hopping and dancing around.I let him get a few good jumps in and come down hard with heels and the tails of the reins to force the horse into a run and now we run into a circle in the brush back to the posse. Guys were smiling at their entertainment, guess I, can ride.

As we enter the valley the riders spread out. Across the flat, maybe 25 riders from 5 outfits are gathering 600 pairs of cattle for brand marking and medication treatment of the young calves. As we work our way across the prairie gathering the cattle, Antelope bucks are gathering their harems of does with young and moving them behind us. Antelope hang out with the cattle because those big cows will help keep coyote away from attacking the tiny young kids . One buck passes near me with his 5 does, He has the tallest horns I have ever seen, near 30 inches! Wow ! The gathering herd is moved towards a natural arena in the rim-rock where the ground crew is setting up their equipment and fire pit to heat the Irons. The riders keep the herd milling within the “arena” while the real Cowboys begin working their way through the herd selecting the pairs that need attention. The head roper catches the calf and moves it toward the ground crew. As they near that crew the second roper catches it’s hind legs and pins it in place so the bulldoger can drop it and tie the legs. The ropers instruct the ground crew as to the outfit the calf belongs to as the bulldoger removes the ropes for the ropers so they can pick up the next pair. The smell and sounds of cow and horse, sagebrush , fire and sweat. A real Rodeo out in the desert as cowmen do their work. Is this fun or work?

As long as they can work from the back of a horse, Cowboys will work any hours under any conditions. Sometimes even pay for the privilege of working on a real ranch doing cowboy things chasing real cattle! I always thought a horse was a poor means of transportation. Very dangerous as well.  On the Espil Ranch, cowboy was the lowest level of employment. If you were good at that job you could advance to being a sheep herder. A job of greater responsibility and a lot less work under better conditions.

While we were working the cattle, The sheep operation was doing similar work in corrals further to north east tending to bands of Espil sheep

We are done before noon and head back to break camp and head out on a rough 8 mile track east through the rimrock to the upper ranch. There is a Bar-B-Que at the upper ranch!   The Espils know how to throw a party.  Beer and wine, Desert Oysters,  Barbecued Beast and a vast array of fixins…pg

Oh yes, Tommy shows up at the party, he is in a hurry to return to his place near Eagleville   😦  as well as take me home.   …pg