Ray's Thought for the Day - Rainfall Update
The gauge indicated this morning that it collected three tics yesterday and this morning maybe. So, 21.05" + 0.30" = 21.45". Praise the Goddess!
The CB is down to just three Ipomopsis rubras. Formerly, we have had dozens. Such a situation can not be abided. So an executive decision to collect seed and establish a permanently early-successional habitat area just for growing Ipomopsis rubra shall be implemented. Ipomopsis rubra, you may savvy, is an early-sucessional non-competitor at the CB, fer sure. Also, it never seems to come up in the same place twice. Er, this may contradict a permanently early-successional habitat area, but we shall see. Sometimes, Ipomopsis rubra operates as a biennial, forming a basal rosette the first season, then flowering the next.
What else? Yep. In the Republic of Tejas, real estate is big business. To improve the real estate, a road or two, plus electricity and water and cable TV need to be directed toward the real estate. Then, once all those necessities are directed toward the real estate, a Baby Boomer graveyard, resplendent with fully fenced, electrified and irrigated castles and mausoleums, plus neo-convenient shopping, plus lakeside recreation facilities, may be established on the real estate, increasing the value of the real estate.
But who shall build all this stuff? Whose labor shall increase the value of the real estate?
Ha! In the Republic of Tejas, labor is a commodity, just like any other commodity. For example, labor is a commodity just like potted lunch meat. Happily, for real estate and associated big businesses, labor is a cheap and NAFTA renewable commodity, also like potted lunch meat.
The only snag in this happy scenario is, the laborers. Unlike the licked clean, potted lunch meat can, the laborers can not be so easily off loaded to the dumpster. Instead, they hang around in the human environment, seeking to do their commodity function, labor. Or worse, they hang around in the human environment, expecting to use up free commodities that rightfully belong to the inhabitants of the Baby Boomer graveyard.
Ha! The millionaires club, that some call the US Senate, plus our smirky, shirky Kinglet shall unsnag all. You betchum!
Das Kapital must grow lickety split, to have any chance at all, of survival. Locked in, socked in, no way out.
The CB is down to just three Ipomopsis rubras. Formerly, we have had dozens. Such a situation can not be abided. So an executive decision to collect seed and establish a permanently early-successional habitat area just for growing Ipomopsis rubra shall be implemented. Ipomopsis rubra, you may savvy, is an early-sucessional non-competitor at the CB, fer sure. Also, it never seems to come up in the same place twice. Er, this may contradict a permanently early-successional habitat area, but we shall see. Sometimes, Ipomopsis rubra operates as a biennial, forming a basal rosette the first season, then flowering the next.
What else? Yep. In the Republic of Tejas, real estate is big business. To improve the real estate, a road or two, plus electricity and water and cable TV need to be directed toward the real estate. Then, once all those necessities are directed toward the real estate, a Baby Boomer graveyard, resplendent with fully fenced, electrified and irrigated castles and mausoleums, plus neo-convenient shopping, plus lakeside recreation facilities, may be established on the real estate, increasing the value of the real estate.
But who shall build all this stuff? Whose labor shall increase the value of the real estate?
Ha! In the Republic of Tejas, labor is a commodity, just like any other commodity. For example, labor is a commodity just like potted lunch meat. Happily, for real estate and associated big businesses, labor is a cheap and NAFTA renewable commodity, also like potted lunch meat.
The only snag in this happy scenario is, the laborers. Unlike the licked clean, potted lunch meat can, the laborers can not be so easily off loaded to the dumpster. Instead, they hang around in the human environment, seeking to do their commodity function, labor. Or worse, they hang around in the human environment, expecting to use up free commodities that rightfully belong to the inhabitants of the Baby Boomer graveyard.
Ha! The millionaires club, that some call the US Senate, plus our smirky, shirky Kinglet shall unsnag all. You betchum!
Das Kapital must grow lickety split, to have any chance at all, of survival. Locked in, socked in, no way out.
posted by ray pistrum at Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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