After John Roberts’ Obamanable decision on Obamacare, Joel guessed that I would be holed up somewhere, fondling serious weaponry.
Not unless you consider a hammer to be weaponry. I’ve spent the days since my last blog banging on the back of the house. Not in destruct-o-mode. But putting up trim and cedar singles. I love cedar shingles. Not only are they the most beautiful of all house sidings. But they smell sublime. And shingling is something I can do entirely by my lonesome. Great sense of personal power in that. So I’ve had three days of pure satisfaction broken by only enough cussing to remind me I’m still short of heaven.
You’ll have to take my word that the shingling looks fabulous. My camera broke so I can’t show you. (Anyone wishing to make up my camera deficit need only check out the Coolpix on my Amazon wish list. Or I’ll happily take the version without all the accoutrements. Or face it, let’s not be too brazen, shall we? if anybody has a not-too-old digital camera they just want to get rid of, I’m suddenly in the market.)
Anyhow, it’s time once again to visit the “things to do until the revolution, which may never happen but I’m going to be free anyhow, damnit” department.
Yes, it’s nuts to live in a country where one compromising, authoritarian weasel with a brain only a law school could love can decree the fate of millions. (And not for one second do I believe all the happy spin about how Roberts secretly sabotaged the Dems. Ha ha! They won’t be able to use the commerce clause to make us eat broccoli now! They have to tax us for not eating broccoli instead! We won!!!)
Yes, we’re going to hell in a handbasket. Or without the handbasket.
Yes, the Obamanable decision joins the NDAA, the USA-UnPatriot Act, secret surveillance, drone-murders, and all the other paving stones on that road to hell.
Yes, I feel for you guys who are a lot younger than I who are going to have to pay and pay and pay and pay for a soon-to-be third-world medical system when any moron (that is, any person above the mental capacity of the average politician) can see that real reforms and real health lie in the opposite direction.
But there it is.
So, if you have no cedar shingles waiting to be hammered, no rocks that need removing from the garden or moving into the garden, no punching bags to thwack away at, what next?
In no particular order, some thoughts:
1. Go shoot something. Something inert, of course. But you can use your imagination.
1A. Your television remains a good choice of target.
2. It’s the first day of the second half of the year; time to check your grab & go kit.
3. Play Scrooge McDuck and go revel in your little stash of gold and silver coins. Then make sure they’re well stashed and blessedly there for you afterwards.
5. Go have wild sex with someone you love. Extra points if it involves edible underwear.
6. Say to heck with some mere old budget. Buy a new gun. Or 500 rounds of ammo for one of your favorites.
7. Go monkeywrench something. Don’t leave such an excellent tool only to the left.
8. Talk to a friendly doctor about a potentially Obamacareless future. Check out medical tourism — U.S.-trained doctors and a tropical vacation for less than the cost of the hospital stay here in the Land of the Free. Get cozy with your veterinarian; you may need him or her someday for more than pet care.
9. Shrug. Or if you’ve already shrugged, pat yourself on the back, then ask how you can do it deeper, harder, better.
10. Pledge to learn a new skill this week. Or take on one of the preparedness projects in M.D. Creekmore’s 31 Days to Survival: A Complete Plan for Emergency Preparedness.
11. Kick ass. Take names. Take no prisoners.
11A. Sing! (H/T. Jim B.)
12. Live with insouciance.
12A. Not to mention panache and savoir faire. And as much laissez faire as you can muster.