Yesterday was a major mow and mend day at the place.  I have 4 types of ants, excluding velvet ants 'cause those are wasps.  I tried poison, so I moved to fire.  I poured a half gallon of gas on the big mound and set it ablaze.  It burned for 20 minutes.  This morning they were rebuilding.  Well!  Cruelty without results, maybe I should be working for the Syrian government.  These are lifeforms, and it is not their fault that they eat everything in sight.       I feel like Curtis Lemay.

  All of gall is divided into three parts.

     Yermak the Cossack led the conquest of Siberia.  He was the Cortes of his time and place.  He was presented with golden armor by the Tsar, and is shown here drowning while wearing it.  This was just the sort of person that helped make Texas what is, or was. 

      Late night, un-wine stained drawing. 

     Down by the river, in the very heart of darkness itself.  I'm real pleased with myself in this picture because I lost another 5 lbs.  Never having been on a diet before, sometimes it is hard to go without some things.  C.S.Lewis pointed out that when we are young other senses are more important than food, but as we age food can become the desire our lives revolve around.  I like wine that doesn't have an afterburn.       The Colorado is a small, unnavigable river that is a sport-person's delight.  It is not to be swam in.  My best use for it is to watch the sun go down while drinking beer.  Lots of water moccasins with the occasional brown python.  I stand in a jaunty position because I always have an audience, even if it is just me and me.

     Captain Hopper leads his men in the escape which turned the tide of the late war.  Having overpowered his guards, they manage to cross enemy lines, returning with a prisoner and the map of the coming assault.  While the Wolves are superb fighters, they did not work as well together as we did.  Because the Cats were late in joining, we were able to destroy the Carns piecemeal before their armies combined.  At issue is whether our enemies stay defeated.  They will always be at our feet or at our throats.  Because we desire peace, we prepare for war.  (There is a writer, and a good one, named Philip Geusze who has written of wars between rabbit clans and the bears.  As I recall, the story was "The Honey Tree".  I had already formed my cosmology re. the anthro wars and did not copy him in any way.  Still, his story is out there and he wrote it first.  His collected stories are printed as "The First Book Of Lapism" and is very worth reading).                 

     Late night musing.  The world is probably not ready for this remarkable new super-hero.  Pity.

Here I contemplate mowing the back pasture.

 The old Texas penal system was brutal.  There was (and is) a huge prison farm gulag all the way across the state.  Under budgeted and undermanned, one institution was the building tender.  The building tender kept order in the barracks, and was usually a lifer who could outfight the other cons.  He was allowed to carry, and use, a knife.  They were animals to say the least.  This one has repeatedly raped a young convict named Clyde Barrow.  Barrow agreed to meet him in the showers and showed up with a lead pipe.  He killed him and another lifer took the blame so he could become building tender.  Barrow was the most dangerous of the depression-era bandits.

     This is my take on little bunny Foo-Foo, aka little rabbit Fu-Fu.  Here he is scooping up a field mouse and is about to bop 'im on the head.  There is no good fairy to be seen, as that would be silly.  Besides, Foo-Foo is already a goon, in this case a Teamster.       Few Few Rabbit first appears in "The Knight's Tale", and shows up in some Shakespeare something or the other.  This song gave me the creeps in Boy Scouts, and it bothers me now.  I much preferred the life and times of the 2 J. J. Jingleheimer Schmidts, as their name is my name too.  While lacking the depth and structure of Row Row Row your boat, it had such a good story.  I wonder what happened to them? Fuck!  (I've been had)!  11/19/2018 - https://www.quickanddirtytips.com/education/grammar/the-hoax-behind-little-bunny-foo-foo?page=2   I'm gonna bop someone on the head.

     I have retreated into an inner world of adventure and unlikely heroics.  I live vicariously through top notch fiction and extremely interesting military history.  I spent last night watching episodes of "Justified", as attractive and outlandish that it may be.  I am, was, a person of action.  Saying, "a man of action", might be presumptious.  Now that spring is here I spend more time in my shed than my trailer.  I should be bitching about North Korea but there is no will to do the obvious, needed thing to resove this 60 year nightmare.  My uncle, Cpl. Richard Glenn Propes, survived 2cnd Division's retreat from the Yalu.  He was rear-guard and was among the last away from the Twin Tunnels.      I'd like to think I would be brave if required.  Until then I will just let others live it for me.