Farmer Wook On The Degraded Political & Moral Life Of The American Farmer
by Anglo-American Farmer Bodwyn Wook
Old Mencken said it best, “The farmer, may he be God-damned forever and ever, will always be with us, hat in hand and hand out….”
Most farmers today by definition are “on welfare,” period, case closed, guilty in the first degree of suck-siphoning “free money from off of the government,” NO appeal. What is ironic is that most of these swagbellied bravos will still describe themselves even so as “Republicans.” What is sad is about how many still yap about other folks “on welfare.” What is a real pissoff is that I got ran out of it by inheritance tax in 1984. But — I bet this really pisses off some of these filthy sneering government pricks no end! — then I went to work and won myself a lottery (!) and now have 160 little acres close to home, all free and clear and God Damn You, where I raise barley for a brewery and otherwise hobby around at it (bees, workhorses, cats.)
Everyone else here is a subsidy case, too, and so they are all the abject (lied to) and deluded (lied to) tools and serfs (lied to) of Big Ag and Big Chemistry. “The fellas” naturally have to blow and swell and make fun of “animal rights” up at the elevator and the liquorstore and the eating restaurant (in that order) just to disguise from themselves their only-all-too-American completely unfree condition. The stress and worry and mental torture is a taste ahead of time of Hell on Earth. The poor bastards annually have to beg, borrow, buy, rent and steal thousands of acres to get the cash back just to pay off the GM seed and the leasing on their $380,000 combines. Some go to work and get plaster ass drunk. Some go nuts and beat their wives. One I know took to shooting his dairy bull in the nuts regularly with birdshot until the tortured insane beast later caught and mashed his oldest boy’s leg against the silo takeout augur flighting.
Those old Greek plays and that miserable crap by Ibsen just do not compare to the rotten family drama of American farm life today…maybe we’d all of been better off with some different ancestors, Christ, who knows?
Now I am subsidized too in effect by the state gambling “industry,” only I won by accident at a rigged game in spite of the professionals, the pricks and the parasites! By the way, just how much YOU want to bet — haha — somebody got their ass in a sling and fired because of the slip up when I won some money? So I got my bizarre leg up to get back in it and have never been in any “free” government “programs” since. Anyway, as I said, I am out of soybean and corn (maize) production which is fine, you need thousands of acres to make a little income and Jesus Christ, Himself, WILL have your ass on toast on The Judgement Day just on account of all the agchem poisons.
And anyway, soy except for paint and plastic is not fit — and it cannot be made fit by industrial methods! — for human consumption.
It is shit and no good for critters either, and the mash from it fed to pigs causes that nasty, runny gooey pork in the markets.
“Safe vegetable spread” is a lie by medical “managers” and their footling pet doctors, who all want to keep the tasty fat beef and butter for themselves. (The only way a little soy is alright is as tofu and as traditionally fermented Jap sauce. Period. Case closed. Too bad for YOU, Mr Bean Roller.)
Moving right along, THESE are the late-civilizational signs of FINAL God-damn collapse:
Everyone (!) is a just-kept house coon and client for Professional Liberals, all THESE notional bastards are Professional Liberals including the bullshit GOP and these dreadful “Homeland Security” shitass pinheads. They are all battling away to beat Hell over the dismemberment over the corpse of American Liberty, and you can only escape (kind of) from the nasty cutting edge of the ENDLESS lying by Democrats and Republicans and their corporate owners if you either get capital in a lawsuit win or by gambling.
What really hurts is that we all started out wanting to do good at it and have good crops and healthy animals and just live a decent American life.
(By the way, I do not eat soy except for some Jap sauce on the eggs once in awhile and I am now at sixty-five underhand and fifty overhand pullups, plus 111 reps on all of the USMC “Daily 16” exercises, not bad for sixty and and “God damn YOU!” as we say around here….)
[Bodwyn Wook all rights reserved 18 May 2009]