Mom, DD and I dined at the Cracked Barrel in Morton as usual for a Saturday evening. Tracey was at work so she couldn’t join us. We had a very forgetful little girl waitress but managed to eventually get all of our meal delivered. Our conversation was very political and was in some ways kind of depressing. It doesn’t matter how much you know and understand about the sorry state of affairs in this country if you can’t do anything about them. It just gets frustrating to think about I guess. I keep hoping eventually we will get a better government but I don’t really believe we will. Still I keep urging people to write their representatives and attempt to set them straight when they start quoting media lies as truth.
Water Department A Department of Water representative stopped at a farm and talked with an old farmer. He told the farmer, ‘I need to inspect your farm for your water allotment.’
The old farmer said, ‘OK, but don’t go in that field over there.’
The Water representative said, ‘Mister, I have the authority of the Federal Government behind me. See this card? This card means I am allowed to go WHEREVER I WISH on any agricultural land NO questions asked; nor need be answered. Have I made myself clear? Do you understand?’
The old farmer nodded politely and went about his farm chores.
Later, the old farmer heard loud screams and saw the Water Rep running for the fence and close behind was the farmer’s huge-horned prize bull. The bull was gaining on the Water Rep with every step. The Rep was clearly terrified, so the old farmer immediately threw down his tools, ran to the fence and shouted out.
‘Your card! Your card! Show him your card!’
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