Meeting Buck, A Return to Lockdowns, Introducing John Galt, A Message to Those with Free Will

“The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Therefore, those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.”
— Ayn Rand

Monday my friend, how are you? Let me take your hat, your jacket; it’s cold up here, coffee is on the counter, the ladies are sleeping, let me type a few thoughts.  Sunday said to tell you hello, what’s that? Tuesday should be here tomorrow.  I’ll give her your best as well.

6:13 a.m., a lovely relaxing weekend of hiking, food, music, and recharging of the batteries.  We’ve got company coming in tomorrow, then a group of women pours in on Wednesday.  My Queen is busy organizing activities for the group, farmers markets, yoga, horse riding; the mudslides thwarted their trip, so now she’s doing what she does, organizing.

I woke up and made coffee, let the pup out, and met a 10 point buck; it’s the first time I’ve met him; he seems like a nice fellow.  The haze is thick here, not sure which fires are causing this, but it’s been thick for a few days. Hopefully, it will soon clear out; it’s tinging our view.

Bay just got up; the pup is watching her every move; my Queen is still sleeping, we had a good night, went to bed early, I’ll work here until Wednesday and then head with my friend Joshua to Telluride for the annual Jazz Festival.  We’ve got a condo in the mountains reserved; my friend has a campsite in town, we will visit and watch some jazz.

I fear our government has overstepped its reach with the eviction moratorium.  The president stated that he thought it might get overruled, but he’s using the court system to buy the squatters some time.  I feel for my fellow landlords as they struggle to pay their mortgage without the funds provided by their tenants. Imagine owning a business, and the government institutes a policy that gives away your goods for free. 

The hummingbirds are thick this year, as are the chipmunks; it’s a zoo here a lot of movement, sounds, activity, and our garden is doing quite well. But, unfortunately, our friendly fox has not been around; I suspect we will see him this week.  The bear has moved on; I guess we will see them in the fall.

We’ve got company tonight; young Nate and his parents are coming over.  We will dine and meet the parents of our favorite Russian Dictator.  The kid is a doppelganger of Putin; it’s nice to have world leaders as friends.  I look forward to meeting Mr. and Mrs. Bennet.  Our home has become a destination for our midwestern friends.

I’ve got a few meetings today; I’m sure we will work in a hike; I’m out of coffee, so we will head down the hill to pick up a few pounds.  Bay just cleaned the kitchen; she will work here today, leave, and then come back to dine with the Bennets.  It’s nice having kids around, even though she kicked my butt in Gin this weekend.

Well, according to Twitter, the lockdowns are coming back. Although I don’t think it will be countrywide, I believe some communities with will and fortitude will remain open.  I don’t see how this is an option with 70% or more of our fellow humans vaccinated, but the people love their power, and it will be interesting to see how they exercise it.

It’s a fascinating time to be alive, and I think history will tell a unique tale about how we let a few in power dictate the moves of the masses.  You see, the rules are for me, but not for thee.  Obama had a large party this weekend, no masks, he can do it, but you cannot.  Does that make sense? Are you paying attention?  Imagine the scandal if Orange Man Bad did something like that; the media would be having a meltdown.

A female officer in Chicago got killed while making a routine traffic stop.  I wonder if the community is now rethinking their defunding of the police strategy?  Cori Bush, a legislator from St. Louis, has spent $70,000 on private police but still calls for the defunding of the police; it’s the definition of hypocrisy, but who will hold her accountable.

I’m happy to live in a mountain community; I’m delighted to have found a place where the people have values and principles that align with the teachings of my parents.  If you are not in a good place, move, you can do it.  There is a bus leaving every day; get on the bus and find your own Galt’s Gultch.  I had some shirts made; I’ll get them this week; they simply say I’m John Galt. 

I’ll spend the next few years finding the drivers, the kind, the movers, builders, and leaders and invite them to our hidden land.  We will make new technology; we will live our best life while the rest of the world is locked down, wearing masks, listening to the powers that be dictate and direct their life. So, if you love freedom, join us; we’re here living our best life while the rest of the world seems to have gone insane.

“The smallest minority on earth is the individual. Therefore, those who deny individual rights cannot claim to be defenders of minorities.”
— Ayn Rand