Sonday’s rambles and meka-nackin’

control the means of exchange and it doesnt matter what a person believes: the lender has final say.

until some bright boy kicks over their tables and shows the miscreants the door.

we are in need of another temple clearing.

And in this case, it may be the simple act of a ‘bright boy’ saying, “No, enough, No more” and vetoeing a bill before it clears his desk. we can hope anyways. If they maintain control, the world banks will further thier conquest for dominance in the markets and Digital Currencies world wide would be the next step to world wide slavery.

Am I jumping the shark here? mehbe, but some dots connect in only one way, and those keep coming up in that config.

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Letterting for Bloo installed. Want to post a pic, but with that phone number so blatant and not wanting calls from all over the world . (hey, if you’re willing to pay transport of me and tools, lodging and and perdiem of $500.00/day: I’m your bitch with a wrench.) (and the half grand a day is NOT negotiable. LOL)

Was out playing with vinyl stickers, had the BT speaker running sounds in the background and this Tune came on.

The Backstory of the song. “Fastball frontman Tony Scalzo came up with the idea for the song after reading articles that described the June 1997 disappearance of an elderly married couple, Lela and Raymond Howard from Salado, Texas,^[6] who left home to attend the Pioneer Day festival at nearby Temple, Texas, despite Lela’s Alzheimer’s disease and Raymond recently recovering from brain surgery.

They were discovered two weeks later, dead, at the bottom of a ravine near Hot Springs, Arkansas, hundreds of miles off their intended route.^[7][8] The authorities who investigated the incident believed that Lela, who was driving the car, was trying to locate a place where she had once vacationed.^[9]“

I always thought the song was goofy with some seriously COOL retro guitar sounds, and then I heard the story. To this day I can’t sing the lyrics without gettin’ a little teary eyed with happiness. If I were to choose a way out of this world, ‘takin’ to the highway’ would be first choice. That Couple did it THEIR WAY and that gives me a sad meloncholy joy. Yes, they can be the entwined.

No real mekanakin’ today. Just makin’ Bloo a little purtier and new signage. Have a few more ‘tags to put on, but holding off to keep Bossman from having an aneurysm come Muhnday. As is, he really hasn’t any room to bitch: I gotta cover my bases and the J.O.B. hasn’t exactly been the epitome of reliable income lately. Oh, He can bitch, but won’t do a bit of good. Not like I take Bloo on Job runs or anything. She sits at the shop and I use company trucks for job runs. Worst he can do is make me park offsite. (and that brings on more visibitlity for me anywowsers,,,)

Or, he can say “don’t bring that truck to work anymore‘ at which point I say, “then I don’t come to work,,,, bye!” (she is afterall, my daily driver now while Buffalo gets worked on.)

But its past time to make this endeavor “about face! march!” and stop sucking my accounts dry. If it fails, it fails. I have the basis to do many many things with a contractor bedded truck, and skills to boot. If anything fails at this point, it is totally on me and “Lack of (insert thumb twiddle here)”.

One ‘sticker’ I need to get printed up yet, and I hadn’t thought about it earlier; the thought hit me as I woke this mornin’ “Off-Grid Consultant” and my credentials are in my living arrangements. AND THAT is one that Bossman has absolutely zero ground to stand on and say “conflict of interest”.

But my day dwindles, Mamakat wants her nibbles, not kibbles, and I need to run my advertizing around town a bit.

Y’all take care, Lovesya!

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