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The Big Bad Granny Killing Wolf of Penn’s Woods

There once was a girl who was on a long trip to visit her grandmother in a Penn’s Woods nursing home.
But in Penn’s Woods lurked an evil Wolf who had cheated his way to become governor and helped his friends to steal other elections. The Wolf governor was trying very hard to hide his illegal activities and his incompetence in an emergency.
He conspired with other evil creatures. A witch from Michigan and a pervert from New York.
One of the evil decisions he made was to send some very sick people to hide in the little girl’s grandmother’s nursing home. He hoped nobody would notice.
But many of the regular residents of the nursing home started to die. The little girls grandmother was one of them.
When the Wolf governor heard that the little girl was on her way to visit her grandmother he needed to hide the fact that he had killed the dear old lady.
First he ruled by an illegal dictate (as dictators do) that nobody could visit nursing homes.
When that didn’t work he got desperate. He needed another distraction. He decided if he made everyone wear masks the little girl would never know which one was her grandmother.
But then he thought that the little girl might try to talk to her. And the masks didn’t work at all anyway. But he liked the power of forcing people to do silly things so he kept on forcing masks.
Next he decided to find someone to trick the little girl. Someone who the little girl would never have the nerve to question.
So he called for his health secretary. He dressed the man up like a woman and had him pretend to be the little girl’s grandmother. Surely no one would have the nerve to question a man sick enough to think he was a woman.
When the little girl arrived she looked at the man dressed up like a woman and said “Grandma, what ugly hair your have?”.
The ugly man replied “The better to cover my bald head, my dear.”
Then the little girl said “Grandma, what an ugly face you have?”
The weird, freakish man replied “How dare you notice, you little…”
Just then the Big Bad Wolf Governor, who was watching on a video monitor (while putting on Mask Theater for the foolish public), busted into the room. He killed the little girl and covered up his crimes.
And he served out the rest of his evil term with the corrupt state supreme court covering up all of his illegal activities, cheating and incompetence.

The End

(This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people is purely in the mind of the reader)


On Living in an Atomic Panicked Insane Age
by C. S. Lewis

(On Living in an Atomic Age by C.S. Lewis 1948)

In one way we think a great deal too much of the atomic bomb. ‘How are we to live in an atomic age?’ I am tempted to reply: ‘Why, as you would have lived in the sixteenth century when the plague visited London almost every year, or as you would have lived in a Viking age when raiders from Scandinavia might land and cut your throat at night; or indeed, as you are already living in an age of cancer, an age of syphilis, an age of paralysis, an age of air raids, an age of railway accidents, an age of motor accidents.

In other words, do not let us begin by exaggerating the novelty of our situation. Believe me, dear sir or madam, you and all whom you love were already sentenced to death before the atomic bomb was invented… It is perfectly ridiculous to go about whimpering and drawing long faces because the scientists have added one more chance of painful and premature death to a world which already bristled with such chances and in which death itself was not a chance at all, but a certainty.

If we are all going to be destroyed by an atomic bomb, let that bomb when it comes find us doing sensible and human things—praying, working, teaching, reading, listening to music, bathing the children, playing tennis, chatting to our friends over a pint and a game of darts—not huddled together like frightened sheep and thinking about bombs. They may break our bodies (a microbe can do that) but they need not dominate our minds…

What the atomic bomb has really done is to remind us forcibly of the sort of world we are living in and which, during the prosperous period before, we were beginning to forget. And this reminder is, so far as it goes, a good thing. We have been waked from a pretty dream, and now we can begin to talk about realities…

It is our business to live by our own law not by fears: to follow, in private or in public life, the law of love and temperance even when they seem to be suicidal, and not the law of competition and grab, even when they seem to be necessary to our own survival. For it is part of our spiritual law never to put survival first: not even the survival of our species. We must resolutely train ourselves to feel that the survival of Man on this Earth, much more of our own nation or culture or class, is not worth having unless it can be had by honorable and merciful means.

Nothing is more likely to destroy a species or a nation than a determination to survive at all costs. Those who care for something else more than civilization are the only people by whom civilization is at all likely to be preserved. Those who want Heaven most have served Earth best. Those who love man less than God do most for man….

Let the bomb find you doing well.


I will soon begin an updated version of 30 Days Living off the Land. I first did this in 2010. At that time I was still living in the house in town. Now I will be actually staying in the woods. In addition I will be filming parts of it.
For those who never heard of the original, here is a quick summary. For 30 days I will live only on what I gather from the woods around me. Wild plants. Fish. Animals.

Originally I went from April 15th to May 15th. Since winter seems to be holding on longer than it did 11 years, and to include some late bloomers, I am starting a week or so later than I did in 2010. And based on snow in the forecast May 1st, Beltane, might be a good official starting point.

However, I will be gathering some early items and posting “an early start” here.


Most of this will be done from my cabin. But I will also take several short backpacking trips too.


Today my mother passed away. She was ready to go be with her husband. But once again I was not ready for her to go. I should have been prepared but I know I will miss her forever. If ever there was a person who deserved the title “Saint” it was her. Her entire life was helping people. She and my father were a perfect match.

New Generator

My old generator isn’t running good and it is under-powered. So I got a new one with electric start and dual fuel, gas and propane. I have setup a protective box with insulation and venting to reduce noise. It is working well and the remote start is nice. I can now have a pump regulator for indoor plumbing.

Cheese Bread

So I had a few eggs I needed to use up. They are fresh from the chicken eggs so they can keep for a week or so unrefrigerated. But I don’t like to push it. Yesterday I made Rivel Soup. So today I decided on some cheesy fried bread. I mixed flour, cheddar cheese powder, eggs and just enough water to make the consistency right. Then I fried it with a foil covering. It turned out very good. Kind of a cheesy bisquit flavor with the texture of smooth cornbread.

Cheesy Fried Bread