January | 2018 | Michael S. Moore

YES! Real Patriots such as Cliven Bundy and his flag-draped well-armed folk have finally.prevailed against the Big Evil Oppressive Government and their nefarious BLM albeit

not until a Trumpian U.S. attorney was installed in Nevada, further evidence that Patriotism comes trickle-down from the Top [Donnie, Daddy ‘n’ Jared] at last for all those formerly disenfranchised [just ask ’em] white whining rabidly male People of the Flag.

Now none of THEM will have to pay grazing fees, worry about some goddamn tortoise or whether the grass will grow back while grazing their mineral rights in perpetuity [though it may surprise those morons of Moroni to find “perpetuity” won’t last very long as a result] as they seize Control of formerly “public” lands, much like they’ve been able to for years in Sagebrush Rebellion’s southwestern Idaho, a place I no longer venture due to locked gates, Simplot’s sneering big-hatted minions [aka “the People”] and a pervasive sense of unwelcome.

Yep, this land was made for you and me, alright. Just be sure to call the Boss In Boise first…and, no, we can’t give you that number [or tell you who He might be] so in the meantime go away.

Enuf… I think it was a week ago Tuesday we made it into Walsenburg, on under blue skies to La Veta for a Most Memorable Lunch

and back across the plain plains for two days of partying, one highlight being the first,

albeit vague,

precipitation of the entire season…almost invisible, but curiously refreshing.

With our Albuquerque visitors we toured Libre’s historic architectures,

threw in a re-visitation of the Lo’ Pine

and ascended the Ridge.

Once safely down and they down the road unreasonably unseasonable

temperatures continued.

Could this be the Dawning of the Age of Apocalypse?

Apocalypse or not Sunday saw a spate of digital grandparenting, then

Monday the digits plummeted and another tiny trace of snow snuck through…tiny tiny wherein

nine degrees did not afford much comfort.

As was pointed out many years ago the future, unevenly distributed, is already upon us; the climatological future seems to be not only upon us but turning out much more democratically.

What with fire and mud, snow cyclones and droughts, that future be here now and even though the pallid cryptocurrency arrogants of uptown SF assure us that salvation lies with Them [Just Send Money] they may well fail to derail the inevitable as Montecito washes into the Pacific.