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You begin to get a little strange after working twenty six hours out of the last forty eight on three hours sleep... but thats ok...
In the past governments have restricted the freedom of their 'common' citizens by restricting travel...by tying the peasants to the land and under the thumb of their lords, so to speak.
I'm an American,the child of a land know for its wide open spaces and that cowboy spirit of get up and go somewhere else if where you're at doesn't suit you. I grew up in a time of muscle cars, cheap gas and long Sunday afternoon drives in the country. Our families spread out across three thousand miles of the Continental USA, up through Canada to Alaska and across the Pacific to Hawaii leaving those small hometowns and city neighborhoods behind because that's what we did...travel. In a counrty built on pressing westward because our forefathers bred into us the wanderlust of a pioneer spirit, we shook off our roots and were ready to move, to go, to relocate because we were free to do just that. No jobs where you were?..you left, went on to greener pastures...
when I first started driving gas was twenty nine cents a gallon. I could fill up my tank with a five dollar bill and have change for lunch. Now it's a lot more expensive to travel. Gas prices are heading up...and the poor are heading nowhere because they can't afford to fill up their tanks. The peasants are being once again tied to the land.
Works out great for a bloated, top heavy government that doesn't want to have to deal with having to slide in new restrictions on its citizen's freedoms under a ton of pork. They let Oil do it instead.
Restrict mobility, curtail freedom.
Just a thought....
In the past governments have restricted the freedom of their 'common' citizens by restricting travel...by tying the peasants to the land and under the thumb of their lords, so to speak.
I'm an American,the child of a land know for its wide open spaces and that cowboy spirit of get up and go somewhere else if where you're at doesn't suit you. I grew up in a time of muscle cars, cheap gas and long Sunday afternoon drives in the country. Our families spread out across three thousand miles of the Continental USA, up through Canada to Alaska and across the Pacific to Hawaii leaving those small hometowns and city neighborhoods behind because that's what we did...travel. In a counrty built on pressing westward because our forefathers bred into us the wanderlust of a pioneer spirit, we shook off our roots and were ready to move, to go, to relocate because we were free to do just that. No jobs where you were?..you left, went on to greener pastures...
when I first started driving gas was twenty nine cents a gallon. I could fill up my tank with a five dollar bill and have change for lunch. Now it's a lot more expensive to travel. Gas prices are heading up...and the poor are heading nowhere because they can't afford to fill up their tanks. The peasants are being once again tied to the land.
Works out great for a bloated, top heavy government that doesn't want to have to deal with having to slide in new restrictions on its citizen's freedoms under a ton of pork. They let Oil do it instead.
Restrict mobility, curtail freedom.
Just a thought....
Alas...
Moebius has died. The world has lost a truly great cartoonist and illustrator. The world has lost a truly unique Artist.
I salute you Jean Henri Gaston Giraud and thank you, especially for that most inspiring of works "The Airtight Garage of Jerry Cornelius". No one wielded a pen better than you.
Ah, the Holidays...
They really cut into my drawing time....well that and a recent bout of dragon slaying in Skyrim.
My friends, the tree rats are fat and happy having been fed a nice little diet of corn and seed all fall. I now have a crew of nine who spy on me when ever I come out the door to see what I'm going to leave for them. Now if I was going to call this bushy-tailed group anything it would have to be a Ninja of squirrels. Never ever think for a moment that these beady-eyed little fellows are totally benign because they aren't. Why one of them rings my upstairs neighbors wind chime almost every morning, like some demented fur-clad rooster and I can't
On the heirarchy of squirrels
My screened porch has the good fortune to be shaded by four lovely live oak trees which are home to a mated pair of cardinals, a male anole, most of whose tail was lost in some unseen flight from a slow moving predator, and a gregarious clan of opportunistic gray squirrels.
Yes, i admit it..i do feed this entertaining little band of tree rats....I provide them with Nederlands vita-seed parrot mix and fivegrain whole wheat bread and they reciprocate with hours of viewing pleasure..rather like having pets without all the added expense of vets, pet deposits. extra rent and such... ok so I'm cheap.
After many afternoons of watching these cunni
Needed
Sigh..I was very naughty today. Bought myself a new all in one printer. Sitting here among a litter of packing materials, sticky tape and instructions written in more languages than I am currently able to speak I have only one thought blipping about in my brain: " Do not look at your bank balance until after your next paycheck is deposited."
Still there is great satisfaction in actually getting everything to properly work together...router, comps and printer..and I did really need the all in one to scan those random little sketches I do so that I can eventually play with them in Painter. Really I needed this..really...
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