Libertarian 2016: 2016

      Here now is the truth of metal. Economies only grow if the fixers and shakers are sitting on enough gold they feel safe speculating on growth. Growth in and of itself is a big loser for most of those "Capitalists" whose idea of capitalism is war profits and creating pain while witholding alleviation. Either that or stealing other peoples stuff under the guise of civilizing the world. Plunder has always been number one to these types do not doubt that. They would not be able to exist without it. The corona virus vaccine is pharmaceutical plunder, and if it gets its foot in the door it will never stop, its a money grab by people who really don't for much else BUT money. It will turn into a gun grab too, if you let it.
     Rome paid its soldiers well and kept them away whenever possible, because if the soldiers were not looting others, they were looting Rome. Like the army still does today. No iraquis to fuk with? Well lets do that writer who says bad things about jeezers...hyuk. Thugs must prey. The elite always payoff the police, snazz them up some, they attract them like flies with mind control tv, making heroes out of mobster dung, and this way they keep the cops from turning on them, because royalty knows the first rule better than anyone: Thugs Must Prey.
     If there is not enough gold for the fat cats to speculate on growth then its rack renting and the dark ages for us again. TRUTHFULLY, there is a massive surplus in metal, just thinking about the metals in space has the penny peoples all apoplectic for at least the last thirty years, and its no end in sight because they cannot fathom things like that, they have had perfect control for so long! Oi!...well, where lies won't work, strong arming will, as always.
     The below ground metal reserves in the west are so massive as to be unbelievable too, and much closer. The overseers/officers actively discourage that, except what corporate british/zionist government controls totally through codes supplanting the constitution, and/or their agents of the British Accreditation Registry (BAR). The very bottomest line is you can't eat silver copper gold, oh que?
    Water, here and in space, is more valuable than anything, which is why the government of the world has been dessicating areas with illegal enmod, and why the greatest perp of that, jorge bush, owns 100,000 acres in Paraguay (Next door to sum dung moon of the moonies fame) over the worlds largest fresh water reserve......duhhhhhhhhhhhhh-bya....what?
     World government uses enmod to create disasters and remain unaccountable. The drought coming to America has been engineered for over thirty years, from inside our own government, with lots o' help from london and tel aviv, you bet.
     This drought has to be fought with repurposed oil pipelines, and as many aquaducts as can be built, bringing water to dessicated areas, rebuilding lakes and aquifers like they mean something. A national effort to perfect desalination is needed. Put the police in the Corp Of Engineers, to rebuild highways and bridges and do this. Grow the Space Force with the rest of them, they all certainly know how to use computers now, anyway.
     To control the people through control of water is an old old method of royalty and royalty wannabes. READ HISTORY. 90% of the rain in the last thirty years in the west has come from water vapor being drawn out of the ground with MHD....couple that with the runaway pumping where fifty foot wells have all become 600 foot wells, and anyone can see the long term detriment. It took eons for the groundwater to reach something like stasis and in 100 years or less it has been undone in a big way.
       Control of water today also means control of food by default, especially in areas hit hard with tmt dessication via tectonic magnetohydrodynamics.

"Either you're going to go along with your mind and the truth, or you're
going to yield to fear and custom and conditioned reflexes. With our minds
alone we can discover those principles we need to employ to convert all
humanity to success in a new, harmonious relationship with the universe. We
have the option to make it."
R. Buckminster Fuller, 1895-1983

The load rolled in from a mountainous legal state. Lot of that these days. Our "Improving economy" is not because of management, its because the black market is slowly going away. Vote Libertarian to end the Police State! Do yourselves some good for a change.

After sorting and hanging prodigious quantities of monster colas, the dudes told me to burn what was left because it was wet and starting to rot. So I did. I cast the spell of fire-making, I flicked my bic, thereby opening instantaneous portals to the surface of the sun, which conveniently stay open as long as there is fuel to burn. Magic. The real question is this: how many types of portals are there? And what are the recipes?

I made very special campfires for a week or so. Found a little good in amongst the bad, had to sort it out, which I did as I burned. It was my pay for a couple weeks clipping. I was paid well. Saw to it. Also had 14 females of my own that year, which I split with the partner, but where I was then wasn't the mountains, it was the rainy sea-level tropics, and it wasn't the same.

There were seven or eight really good strains evident in the out-of-state load, and a couple small-yield oddballs the growers had sown for themselves. The Diesel Bud was awesome; burned and tasted like cut-up rubber bands. Thud. Brain. Cotton. Mouth. One of the government strains, a Kentucky variety, had thin little buds but she were wicked potent, she were. Uplifting, a real high.

There was even Blueberry, and White Widow.

Most of the stuff I was able to pull from the fire went to buy a quick ticket away, a decent used truck. It was a trade actually, no cash involved, commerce happens, like it always has.

Many taxes were paid too, don't worry about that: drivers license, registration, title transfer, insurance, GAS. Puh-lenty of taxes were paid, you bet, and its not over yet. Taxes aren't over until you die. And if you aren't good people you don't go to heaven either, you come back here, born again -- If you can fucking imagine that -- to pay taxes for more lifetimes. A type of hell.

Just kidding, just kidding. Kind of.

About three quarters of the Campfire Stash went to the used truck, the rest went to my head, and my head got right, oh yeahhhhhh. I had a lot of bud to smoke for months, bonanza days, except after a few months I developed quite a tolerance. Everyone should have such problems. Eventually I ran out again, because that was in the cards. My tolerance went away, and by that time a few of the strains were growing from seeds macked out of the mountain grown stuff. I took it somewhere new. Out west, to different mountains, its new New Mexico weed now. I already had a good stash of Gila V seed; that stuffs been going on for a long time; high altitude, double ultraviolet, hard cold snaps early. Lots of resin.

Mind Grease.

I wanted males out of that Gila V but only got one, aw shux. Don't worry, it was plenty. Maybe it was a message from The Goddess. I am ever the optimist. I know of a Gila Valley grower who once went four for four, he got four males and had only sprouted four plants! They were all over three feet tall before he could tell. Not the happiest camper.

The eight plants of mine that made it were half and half, four were Gila V, and four were types I was able to sprout from the big load. The brands from the big load were all female, as I had expected. Out of the four I got from my Gila Strain three were females, which is better than average. Maybe the trick is wanting males, I don't know.

I wanted at least one good male from the Gila code because my exotic seeds were all derived from cloned plants double and triple femaled via seed before the clonings. Multi-generational Hermaphrodites all. Without lots of chemicals those plants are generally runts. I like organic, and basically needed to get some good local male into those Herm varieties, so I grew the runts, and pollinated with my one Gila Valley male. There is a certain charm to dwarf plants; if they are let go they coalesce into one big bud before its all said and done. Like Gainesville Gator Bites, but better.

The Gila plants can yield 30 ounces or more EACH while growing wild during a good full rainy season. With that Gila male into the Hermaphrodites, things should be a lot more productive in the future. The Gila stuff gets a shot of new genes x four, or the dwarf varieties get some local color, however you choose to see it. One way or the other, hybrid vigor is not to be sneered at. To be totally honest I am trying to achieve a certain type, one which will assist me in successfully visualizing anti-gravity mechanisms. Uh-huh.

I grew these as houseplants, moving them around as needed, and only at the end did that become a little cumbersome. I trimmed lovingly, and once the dwarfs started to bud I just kept the larger fan leaves off so the little buds on the lower branches could get some sun. I smoked those fans and was impressed. Good taste and a nice ka-pow, especially for leaf. Overall not many of those exotic seeds went off, some were probably quad femaled by time it was all over, with clonings in there somewhere. Viability suffered greatly.

The Gila females produced well as usual, and that bud never fails to please. I left those out in the cold at the end, and it darkened them nicely with excess resin which of course was produced to keep themselves from freezing. Less water and sunny sunny SUNNY days around 5000 feet rounded them out. It ain't Thunderfuck, but it ain't bad.

The 4 exotics seeded well, and yes, its true that the seed bracts are the most potent part of a bud. Those girlz grew long enough to make sure the seeds were well formed, with good viability. Pretty things they are, those seeds; little match heads of slow green fire, magic particles that work perfectly here in this dirt, in the crust of this planet, as if they were made for it.

Personally I think the people of the last world, before it devolved, put all their best drugs in plants, to guard against loss from the inevitable crustal displacements and impact cataclysms. Whether caused by impact, or imbalance at the poles, or even people monkeying around with antenna tectonics, crustal displacements do occur periodically here, and then its back to the stone age for us. Even for the people of the past worlds, who were a lot more advanced than our dumb asses. Just Sayin'.

Are we not men? WE ARE DEVO.

My plants were alternated between direct sunlight and screened enclosure. They did better in the screened area, because the NM sun can be brutal, and usually is. Direct sunlight is good for finishing, but the plants are not stressed under the screen, they are happier and grow better with some of the sunlight blocked. I like to foliage feed my plants with plain water misted once a day. Toward the end of flowering some little mites spun a few webs, so I made a very dilute solution from tobacco and water, misted the plants with that, one application took care of the problem. Nicotine is a powerful organic insecticide. Don't over do it. I used one teaspoon of fresh rolling tobacco to sixteen ounces of water. Just let the tobacc sit in the water for an hour or so, it will turn it light brown, you are good to go

My only real mistake happened when I tried to stop early flowering in one of the exotics by topping it. It barely made it back and ended up as a dinky little malformed bud plant. For the record it did not stop flowering, it just never entered real vegetative growth. I did get seeds from it and it was primo pot, what little there was.

I grow for myself only, I never sell. If theres enough and there is a need among friends, then it is gifted. Sometimes I trade. I live over 200 miles from the nearest dispensary, and I have lived most of my life in terror of the American police state, without my medicine.

No More.

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