Friday, November 3, 2023

Offsite Post: ‘The Tyrants of Strong, Arkansas’


When her stomach is unsettled,

Momma must stay at home.

When Summer issues his stern command,

Then we will swelter in hot weather.

When one grandson arrives,

He must walk the boundaries

Of the property of the camp,

Greeting the young trees

And mourning the ones that have fallen.

When feet approach the pond,

Then a fishing pole will be in the hand.

When the call to bless the food and family comes,

 . . .

The rest is at


Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!

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