couldshould be an allegory for very noxious weeds infesting Government – and the society which allows their kind to spread – up, down and all around – as their powers increase. Then, it becomes increasingly difficult to get rid of them and we don’t bother to do it until after the time has passed when we could and should have done it without suffering too much pain in the process.
It’s time to practice homesteading Yoga.
Step one is to start your tractor. This might take a while depending on what piece of crap you have parked in your barn. Exercise that doesn’t involve guns should involve piston engines.
Step two is to mount the plow. The plow weighs a ton, the tractor’s three point hitch is all out of whack. Did you bring a hammer? It’s ok to swear.
Step three is to size up your field. You know how it hasn’t been plowed in decades? You know how you meant to burn the waist high weeds this spring but didn’t get it done before the weather changed? You deserve what happens next.
Step four is to crank the throttle as high as she’ll go. Drop the clutch in lowest gear. Lower the three point. Slide along the grass. Swear, get off and adjust the hitch. Try again. Try …
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