The Native Iowan

Sunday morn here in Queensland, 13^th day of ninth month. It is raining, a slow, hapi, fun filled, constant, light misting. 

A crippled “Pied Butcher Bird” forages outside my window. I say crippled because this bird is noticeably favouring one leg. Like a sailor of old on a peg-leg, this bird has an uneven gait, its left leg only a pivot for the right. I see this bird daily. I’ll name it “Pirate” from here on out.

Fun how you can get to know the different creatures from the wild that share our immediate worlds… Our resident “Masked Lapwing Plovers” are old friends. I call them Elvis and Pricilla. Plovers generally are alarmist, they make a lot of noise when not hapi. People here have a fear of them because they can swoop on you, which is scary, and they squawk as they fly straight at you. Quite unnerving, but contrary to popular belief I have never found that they will attack, like magpies do. (magpies can be very frightening, and for good reason. They are evil.)

After a few years of interaction, our residents Plovers no longer resent our presence. We’ve come to accept each other and no longer fight or scream or complain.

Of course, we have a long running feud with the swamp hens and turkeys. There are a number of them thriving in the back-40. Growing root crops can be a problem with them around. We are preparing to move the main root-crop garden because we can’t win against them. We’ll tap-out and bring the garden closer to the house. Kumara and cassava and taro are swamp hen delicacies.

One positive from the Kung Flu foolishness is that UFC was a decent fightcard on every Sunday morn here. Saturday eve Vegas-Time, so I get to wake up, wrap in my granny-blanket and watch hours of bloodsport. And on a rainy morn like today, nothing could be better… fresh coffee, a warm grannyblanket, and two muscley babes beating the shit outta each other. Ol-fart heaven, me thinks. 

The past week has had me re-evaluating something I’ve been thinking and saying… 

The US cities that have been seeing so much “Peaceful Protesting” and not so much positive leadership or practical policing are “Democrat Run”, meaning the elected leadership in these cities are Democrat and as such have been the problem, the weakness, responsible for the lack of control and effective management. Thus, they carry the blame for all and everything…  

Let’s look at the flavour of the various cities in the USA…

https://ballotpedia.org/Largest_cities_in_the_United_States_by_population

I have now rethought this… For some strange reason I was willing to “blame” the mismanagement of the various rape and pillage scenarios on the Elected Leaders. Where in fact, the responsibility leis firmly with the Electorate. The Electorate that put these inept fools in office. 

It’s is not the Looney Liberal Leftist leaders, but rather the looney leftist electorate that bears the burden of responsibility herein.

We all know that there is a certain ilk of politician that will say and do anything to get elected. We see this phenomenon daily on our current political cycle… Crazy Uncle Joe Biden is a prime example… how many times can he or will he change his spots to suit the Electorate? Of course, a rhetorical question, because we are a couple months out from the next election and Joe has plenty of time to swap and flop a lot more…

And we find this in all political setups… Democrat, Republican, Independent, Labour, Liberal, Green… all political parties offer succour to spinless wanna-bes who will sing any tune to get a pocket filled with booty.

I do sound jaded. But I am tired of the BULLSHIT. He mindless mooing that comes from a distracted herd. I am jaded when we see/ find that the puppet masters play elitist games, and its OK. As Cohen scams with Cuomo, as fires burn and power grids fail, as evidence is intentfully destroyed, and any positive sense of cooperation and contribution falls by the dusty, bloody road side….

And the beat goes on…