dbjay417
Garden Ornament
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I was born a rebel. Paranoia, distrust, and disreguard for law and order run far back in my bloodlines.
Without direction those qualities would land me in prison for sure. In fact back home in Massachusetts, my old entrepreneurial enterprise, what passes for self sufficiancy among urban youth, surely would have gotten me locked up or killed.
Out of the city, away from the overbearing government, and with a small piece of land, self sufficiancy takes on a whole new meaning.
i can have my chickens, i could get a pig if i wanted, i could even raise a cow or two.
I can plant my own fruits and veggies. my corn went in the ground last friday and already I've got seedlings with three leaves. Its beautiful.
the only piece of the puzzle missing is to be able to turn my crops into cash for those necesseties that cant be grown raised in a pen.
Food for body, mind and soul.
This is My Religion.
Now its just time to kick the energy company in the crotch with a windmill or two. if only there was a way to say sayonara to the water gestapo that keeps comming to concern themselves with my water consumption.
Without direction those qualities would land me in prison for sure. In fact back home in Massachusetts, my old entrepreneurial enterprise, what passes for self sufficiancy among urban youth, surely would have gotten me locked up or killed.
Out of the city, away from the overbearing government, and with a small piece of land, self sufficiancy takes on a whole new meaning.
i can have my chickens, i could get a pig if i wanted, i could even raise a cow or two.
I can plant my own fruits and veggies. my corn went in the ground last friday and already I've got seedlings with three leaves. Its beautiful.
the only piece of the puzzle missing is to be able to turn my crops into cash for those necesseties that cant be grown raised in a pen.
Food for body, mind and soul.
This is My Religion.
Now its just time to kick the energy company in the crotch with a windmill or two. if only there was a way to say sayonara to the water gestapo that keeps comming to concern themselves with my water consumption.