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The Vanishing Independent Grocery Store

06 Sunday Oct 2019

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Americana, economics, green space chickens, grocery stores, rural

This PEW article made me remember that I always love finding a small, local market. Finding them is getting harder.

“There are six towns east of here — they just lost the grocery store, then they lost the gas station, and then they lost the bank and now they’re nothing.”

Some states are trying to tackle their rural grocery gaps. Supporters of such efforts point to tax incentives and subsidies at various levels of government that have enabled superstores to service larger areas and squeeze out local independent grocers. Now, dollar stores are opening in rural regions and offering items at lower prices, posing direct competition to local groceries.

Critics see that development as a threat to public health, since dollar stores typically lack quality meat and fresh produce.

But every town and every store is different, making statewide solutions elusive. Some legislators say they are reluctant to intervene too heavily because the market should close the gaps.

The market will close the gaps (or force people out of them). But, there’s the nostalgia issue. Can’t really recall the last little independent that I ventured into. I can easily think of a bunch that no longer exist.

The article rambles on into ag and tax policy, etc. In some areas I imagine not much will work at all. Way out in the country, it’s a mixed bag. Few people, few stores. Then again, out in the country is where the food grows. Garden? Chickens?

Pat Buchanan’s Best Column – 15 Years Later

24 Sunday Mar 2019

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2050, America, decline, green space chickens, invasion, Pat Buchanan, politics

I’ll never forget this one. It’s from March 24, 2004.

by Patrick J Buchanan – March 24, 2004

In 1960, when JFK defeated Nixon, America was a nation of 160 million, 90 percent white and 10 percent black, with a few million Hispanics and Asians sprinkled among us.

We were one nation, one people. We worshipped the same God, spoke the same English language, studied American history and English literature, honored the same heroes, read the same books, watched the same TV shows, went to the same movies, and saw ourselves as defenders of Western Civilization against the godless communism of the Soviet Empire.

We were confident and proud of who we were. When Nikita Khrushchev demanded an apology for our having sent a U-2 spy plane over Russia, Ike blew up the Paris summit rather than accede to his demand. We cheered the old general’s defiance.

That was yesterday. But due to the Immigration Act of 1965 and the cultural revolution of the ’60s, that America is now gone forever. And as one studies the latest projections of the Census Bureau, the America of our grandchildren will be another country altogether, a nation unrecognizable to our parents, a giant Brazil of the North.

In 2050, there will be three times as many people living here as in 1960 – 420 million. White Americans will be a minority, 49 percent, and falling. Hispanics in the United States, over 100 million, will be equal to the entire population of Mexico today. Our Asian population will be almost as large as our African-American population today.

By countries of origin, America will be a Third World nation. Our cities will look like Los Angeles today. Los Angeles and the cities of Texas, Arizona and California will look like Mexico City.

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That was then and this is now. Pat has been more than 100% correct about the direction of the Nation. We may not make it to 2050.

Wile E. Internet

19 Monday Nov 2018

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Ben Shapiro, green space chickens, internet, Judeo Christ, Perrin really hates robots, robots, shoot your local robot, YT

Two things of mild amusement:

First, I watched one of my own YT videos the other day (kind of rare event). On the sidebar, where YT picks “related” material, there were a plethora of Ben Shapiro links. Not what I would call related but, hey, it’s a “free” site.

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Perrin Lovett vs Judeo-Christian Activist????

Second, just after posting another fun anti-robot story (about a murdering robo doctor), I looked at Drudge. There, I found this:

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This “force for good” company made the model (or a similar model) that ran over a toddler at an office park last year. Yeah, sure! I’ll buy stock in the outfit that will make the monsters which will surely kill me one day!!  No…

As you were.

It All Makes Sense Now

16 Monday Jul 2018

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green space chickens, NRA, Russia, Socrates, spying, Trump

Shocking, yet perhaps clarifying news out of Washington:

A 29-year-old Russian woman living in Washington, D.C., has been arrested and charged with conspiracy to act as an agent of the Russian government while developing ties with American citizens and infiltrating political groups, the U.S. Justice Department said on Monday.

Maria Butina, who studied at American University in Washington and is a founder of the pro-gun Russian advocacy group Right to Bear Arms, was arrested on Sunday and accused of operating at the direction of a high-level official who worked for the Russian Central Bank and was recently sanctioned by the U.S. Treasury’s Office of Foreign Assets Control, the Justice Department said.

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The Justice Department said in its complaint that Butina worked with two unnamed U.S. citizens and the Russian official to try to influence American politics and infiltrate a pro-gun rights organisation.

The complaint did not name the group, however photos on her Facebook page showed that she attended events sponsored by the National Rifle Association. An NRA spokesman did not reply to requests for comment.

So: A Russian spy woman tried to infiltrate the NRA. Trump spoke at an NRA convention previously. Therefore, Trump colluded with the NRA to overthrow Russia!

Apologies to Socrates…

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Two Announcements for a Sunday

15 Sunday Apr 2018

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blog, CF Floyd, green space chickens, Laura Branigan, music, Piedmont Chronicles, Syria, TPC

There’s more, much more, lurking and brewing about the Syria mess. Maybe not all bad, but all very interesting. That can wait.

Two items of critically less importance:

First: Sometime this coming week I shall fulfill my appointment as the C.F. Floyd Feature Writer of National Affairs for The Piedmont Chronicles. Charles Floyd was, of course, a titan of curmudgeonly intellectual action. Now I imagine he is still a terror to the Highlands gentry. TPC is of similar size and reach as this “highly respected web log.” What we’re pushing for with “national affairs” is syndication of national scope. Cro$$ those figures, dear readers.

Second: Laura Branigan, Gloria, 1982:

Andrew Lucas/YouTube.

Why? Because.

I’ve Had It! Perrin is Going to Build the Damn Flying Car!

14 Thursday Dec 2017

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flying cars, future, green space chickens, transportation

Okay. Here we go again with the flying car thing. Soon. Next year. Next spring, they say.

Samson Motors has announced the Switchblade is ready for launch in spring 2018.

And more than 240 people have already reserved a model from the Oregon-based company.

The two-seater vehicle has extendable wings and a retractable tail that fold out.

It will have a cruising altitude of 13,000 feet and will reach speeds of 200mph in the air and 100mph on the ground.

The mind boggling creation is 5.1m in ground mode – the same length as the standard Mercedes-Benz S-Class – and would expand to 6.2m in the air when the tail is extended.

Call me a skeptic, but I’m a little skeptical here. Maybe it’s the 25 years of waiting and listening to ever-nebulous promises. Jades a man. Anyway, maybe this Sampson has it in the bag air wind-tunnel.

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Sampson/The Sun.

200 MPH at 1-3-0, eh. The thing is certainly plausible, no doubts about that. It’s just the timing. Spring of 2018? Do they really mean 2023? 2028? Never?

I’m curious. How many of the 240 reserve buyers requested a test flight? You ever buy a plane or a car without flying/driving it first? Do they even have a test model? Simulator? I’ll warrant the collective answer is “no.”

As I’ve said before, I’ll believe it when I fly it. Until then … wait … then is only until next Spring. Let’s give them through the end of the season. Heck with it, I’ll just call it a July 1, 2018 delivery. Then we’ll see. Maybe I’ll do a YT video of me on a test run (or more likely of me listening to excuses and promises on the phone). We’ll see.

In the meantime, I am proud to tentatively announce that I will SOON develop, release, and market a flying car of my own (name yet to be determined). More on that later. For now, just know that it’s going to be nuclear powered, capable of Mach 1+ while carrying up to 8 passengers, and may be exoatmospheric. Price, like the name, to be determined – she’ll be worth the money, trust you me. Expect production to commence no later than the third quarter of 2138 at the latest.

The Killing Chair

01 Monday May 2017

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green space chickens, Perrin, writing

Happy May Day 2017! And may all your pole dancing (ha!), birthdays, half-birthdays, and protests be merry and bright. One year ago, today, I made the astringent vow to try to do a post each day during May, 2016. I failed. Sorry. I missed two or three days. Then I missed two more in June, the 3rd and the 12th. However, since June 12, 2016, I have made at least one post, here, every single day.

This little number marks the beginning of the 47th week in a row of unbroken ramblings – quite a change from the olden days of me taking a week or six months off. Heck, four or five days aside, I’ve been consistent for a whole year. And this May makes 29 months without a …. break. BTW, this one is post number 1,200!

Next month is the five-year anniversary of this website. Volume increases aside, not much has changed since the humble beginnings. I still don’t care for government. I love cigars. I still workout. I don’t get the culture. And you seem to like (or at least tolerate) it all. Sometimes we even have special features like this one:

The Killing Chair

I write in a variety of settings: cigar shops, bars, coffee houses, hotel rooms, parks, jail cells, Interstate rest areas, etc., etc., etc. Still, much of what I do happens outside, amidst the flowers, birds, and critters, hunkered down in a battered old wicker chair. It’s the kind of chair that one picks up on the side of the road at night when one thinks no one is looking. Or, at least, that’s how I got mine.

It’s uncomfortable, ugly, and sorely in danger of falling apart. If it were a truck or SUV, I’d drive it.

The thing works for me. I have a similarly disheveled “table” at my side which holds coffee, water, or beer, and the flowerpot saucer that I call a cigar ashtray. A place for every thing and every thing in its place.

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What follows makes Saint Frances bow his head in sadness…

Like I said, I usually prefer to type out-of-doors. This places me at ease and in close proximity to nature (or what semblance of that we have in the cities). My work is assisted by a number of: birds, bees, spiders, lizards, bats, snakes, stray cats, the infrequent possum, toads and frogs. (I do not enjoy the company of mosquitoes).

My dilapidated chair sits out regardless of whether I’m in it; most times I am not. However it is not necessarily empty. Those aforementioned critters must obviously make use of it during my absences. They, some of them, must like it as I do. They’ve become comfortable with it, in it, familiar.

They say familiarity breeds contempt. In this case it has been downright fatal.

One day – morning or evening I cannot remember – I approached the chair. Come to think of it, it must have been daylight or else I would not have discovered the grizzly scene. In the chair, where I normally sit and ramble half-crazed, there was, that day, a spider. It was a small, brown, wood spider, maybe the size of a nickel. And it was flat – flat as a tiny, nickel-sized pancake.

I surmised that some time prior, likely the night before, the little arachnid had been resting there when I happened along. I don’t look when I sit, I just sit. I sit kind of hard. My butt isn’t nearly as large or heavy as it was five or ten years ago but I still generate some force on landing. Enough force to squash a spider.

Many of you, no doubt, do not care for spiders. I like them. They’re my little eight-legged friends. My consolation is that my little buddy probably didn’t feel anything.

I removed the remains and pondered for a second. An anomaly I concluded. It would certainly never happen again. And it hasn’t. The spiders seem to have wised up following the tragedy. The lizards did not.

Maybe a week after the untimely death of Charlotte my back was hurting. Could have been the day after deadlifts. Could be I’m getting old. Anyway, I placed a small cushion in the back of the chair for lumbar support. It worked well … for me.

Feeling I no longer needed a prop, I picked up the pillow one morning. Murder! There lay a fresh (still soft) lizard corpse. He was a little blue-green fellow, maybe three inches long. I suppose resting between the chair seat and the pillow was warm and comfortable for a cold-blooded beast. Out of the way, concealed from predators, he likely felt at home and happy. He also likely felt the air crushed out of his lungs and the cessation of his heart when I sat down. Unlike the spider, I imagine the lizard may have known what hit him.

I’m an animal liker, not necessarily an animal lover. Still I was saddened by this, another senseless loss. I mourned for the departed the entire half-second it took to chuck him in the bushes carefully lay him to rest.

Now my writing place was beginning to feel like somewhere, something out of a King novel – The Killing Chair! I consulted my daughter about the deaths. She said, “that wasn’t very nice.”

It’s not but it’s not the end of the world. Things happen. Things change. Life goes on – for us at the apex. And I do not have all the facts. It could be that both of these animals were dead before I sat down. Or, they could have chosen suicide by chair squashing. I just don’t know. Honestly, the word count is approaching “1,000” and I need to wrap this up (Congressional stupidity calls).

The point of all this is … well, there is no point. Just a Killing Chair. A place where missives are born and animals go to die.

Perhaps, someday soon, an animal punk-rock band, maybe The Dead Lizards, will come out with a song called “Holiday in the Chair”.

So, you’ve been on the porch for an hour or two,

and you know you’re very small.

Sittin’ in Perrin’s Chair, thinking the world’s fair,

You’ll be dead and you can’t crawl…

You get the point. Wait. There is no point…

Happy May!

I’ll Believe This When I Fly One: Dawn of the Flying Car?

11 Tuesday Apr 2017

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Little known fact: Perrin is (was) obsessed with flying cars. I have studied these concepts (they’re never anything more than a concept) for over 25 years. Every two or three years it’s the same thing: “The Flying Car is Here! Today! Err…Tomorrow! Soon…ish…. sometime. Sometime soon, maybe in a year or 40….” Like this, today:

IF flying cars are the future, the future is right now.

The first ever production-ready flying car is due to be shown off later this month at the world’s most exclusive supercar show – Top Marques Monaco.

Why chose between driving or flying when you could do both?

Built by Slovak pioneering company AeroMobil, the vehicle was first revealed as a concept in 2014, and now a much improved version is ready for the world’s richest to take for a spin and purchase if they wish.

Fully functional as both an aircraft and a four-wheeled car, it is powered by hybrid propulsion, with wings sweeping back against the body when the vehicle is in driving mode.

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The Sun.

“If”. If is the worst, damnedest word in the all of auto-aviation. “The future is here, today! Well, today is next month at the auto show … where the think will be a mock-up. Flight testing in 2019. On sale in 2022 2260 never….”

Spare me. That thing looks cool, much like the Moller Skycar … in 1990…

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Never. Took. Off. Moller / Wikipedia.

I’m waiting patiently as I have for the past 1,000 years or so. In spite of my (what?) 1,000,000+ miles driving experience, I really, really hate traffic. That, coupled with my rudimentary and aging flying skills, make me the perfect driver/flyer for this, the Moller, or anything else that will get me up over and off of the Interstates.

Must I duct tape a hang-glider to a dirtbike or something?

How about this?

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This will probably fly first.

*The ready solution is a Cessna and a rental car. Plausible, yes. But the flying car is – well, it’s the all in one package. 

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day 2017!

17 Friday Mar 2017

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I sincerely hope you’ll all be down by the river swilling that green beer today. Go ahead. I can manage the traffic-free roads in the hinterland.

Saint Patrick was born a Roman citizen in Britain. At age 16 he was kidnapped and enslaved in Ireland. He suffered his bondage for six years before escaping back to his home. Later, as a priest and a bishop, he returned to Ireland as a missionary of the Church. This in itself is a miracle I think.

Have a great, greenish day!

Decorating The Tree With Santa

07 Wednesday Dec 2016

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Christmas ties, green space chickens, random babbling

I always forget something.

Tonight I forgot to qualify my last post in that I have nothing per se against California. I’ve been there and had a 100% fantastic time the whole time. Great state. It’s just the epicenter of the crazy movement right now. If the loons seriously want out of America or off planet Earth, fine. I would rather they take a rocket ship or a slow boat as opposed to the Golden State.

Anyway. I also forgot today’s Christmas tie:

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I was in the men’s department of a large store one December long ago. I was looking at Christmas ties, if you can believe it. Along came some friends. One of them bought me this gem of a tie as a present. Bless her.

And, bless you, Cali and all.

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