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McGehee’s Freehold

 

Welcome to my website. I am a descendant of Scots Highlanders who were hunted like dogs by wealthier and better connected neighbors, and even targeted for extermination by a deluded King. If I’m skeptical of those who claim to be better than me, I come by it honestly.

I live southwest of Atlanta and I’ve had a web presence since 1996. I’ve also lived in Sacramento and Fairbanks; I may live in the South now but I’m a Westerner (not a Left Coaster) by temperament.

I favor individual liberty with all its attendant private responsibilities; I owe allegiance to a Constitution that limits federal power; I believe the strong need to protect the weak, mainly by ensuring the weak have the freedom to make themselves stronger.

And I believe faith should be reserved for higher principles, and not wasted on the promises of fallible, mortal men; no one will ever care as much about your life, your loved ones, or your hopes and dreams, as you do.

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Friday
February 27, 2015
 

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy???

Did you know that the name "February" shares a root with the word "fever"?

With those damned winged babies shooting darts at everybody it's tempting to blame that, but if my February has been any indication it's because of the flu.

 

Sunday
February 8, 2015
 

Weather Forecast

Conniption, our resident nearest-thing-to-a-groundhog (he's a chipmunk), did not see his shadow last Monday -- because he didn't emerge from his burrow to look for it. He is far too sensible to risk being snagged by a passing redtail just for a weather prediction.

Which means that by any given Groundhog Day hereabouts, there is not going to be six more weeks of winter-like weather ahead. And since Wife of Slog and I have lived in Fairbanks, Alaska -- where winter-like weather ends in April with car windows rolled down when it's a balmy 32° above zero -- we sometimes go for years without seeing what we consider to be winter-like weather. Last year's snowfall and subsequent ice storm were more spring-like.

It's only a matter of time before I'll need to start mowing again, and between the interruption last November, and various other distractions since then (including, but not limited to, wet weather and the holidays), I still haven't tidied up the field like I wanted, and though the tall stalks are few and far between, I want them all knocked down before the ticks start climbing.

Tomorrow is supposed to be wet again, but as soon after that as manageable I need to get out there with the mower.

 

Wednesday
January 14, 2015
 

Ducks on the Water

...but no sun in the sky.

At least not yet, though supposedly in a few hours. Finally.

Two days ago a flock of ducks appeared on our pond. I'm not sure what species they are, but they aren't mergansers. Nor are they mallards. Once the sun comes out perhaps I'll go down for a closer look. Wife of Slog will want to go too -- with her telephoto lens.

Update, Saturday: Sun didn't come out until yesterday, a day without free time for duckwatching. Besides which, they were not here to be watched. This morning, though, I have seen them through the window, so maybe...

They may be these.

 

Friday
January 2, 2015
 

Do Not Make Me Do This

Two days in a row. This really sucks. I do NOT want to become a daily blogger again.

The lynch mob is riding to string up Rep. Steve Scalise for something it now seems he didn't even do. Even Sarah Palin, who ought to know a thing or two about being chased by lynch mobs, has joined in. Why? Because Scalise happens to be an Establican.

I hate 'Stabs, but I hate lynch mobs more. What these people are doing is inviting the hate-filled Left to put yet another Republican scalp -- falsely -- on their RaceCard®. And for that I don't care that Scalise is one of Weepy's henchworms. If he is to be taken down, it should be for something he's actually done.

 

Thursday
January 1, 2015
 

Happy New Year

Yeah, I know -- I promised my first post of 2015 would come when I had something to say. Well, there it is. Feast!

Too many aspects of American life are subject to government regulation that shouldn't be, and nearly everything that should be regulated is regulated stupidly, excessively, or counter-productively.

As long as that continues, our liberty and prosperity are consumed by a bipartisan ruling class whose incentives are contrary to the national interest.

Meanwhile, consideration of the coming year suggests to me now would be a good time to read the 23rd Psalm for effect (though perhaps first see the 22nd for context). Öbamadämmerung -- the Twilight of the Unicorn Prince -- is about to begin, and it's going to get damn scary before it gets better.

2014

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