Our Holy Rural Obligation: Don’t Be Stupid

“Sometimes I wonder whether the world is being run by smart people
who are putting us on or by imbeciles who really mean it.”

–Mark Twain

As I write this, I’m trying to plan for the fall harvest season.  Mary is out to dinner with some of her kitchen staff who are going off to college and other pursuits, leaving us to wonder — where are we going to find help putting on the feast?  Pondering all of that, I took in a video warning:  Doug Wilson, as only Doug Wilson can, explains this season’s plague of stupidity a plague that reasonable people, in all ages, must attempt to fence in, and, as though on cue, I see more evidence of the Biden administration’s utter, thick-headed reverence for “safety” streaming across my third-party media feed.

Let me ask what may sound like a startling question: at some point, wouldn’t you rather be dead than too stupid to enjoy living?  Wouldn’t you rather run, headlong, through a burning building than sit in your room and wait for the fire to go out?  Wouldn’t you rather risk the great Commie virus than live a life without school, work, weddings, and celebration?  At what point, as a nation, do we stop being slow-witted cowards?   At what point do you tell your kid’s teacher: “stuff the damn mask in your own mouth and let my kid breathe?”

I really would like to think that public health officials are worth trusting, but they simply can’t expect continued employment from a nation that can’t go to work.  It doesn’t work that way, stupid.  Eventually, no one puts seed in the ground; no one unloads the ships at San Pedro.  Eventually, someone tells you that part you need for your car is on back order for 3 months, and — guess what? — that means you are without transportation. Eventually, you find yourself on that slow, grinding path to life the way it must be in Venezuela. (You don’t need a degree from Stanford for this stuff, folks.  Let this sink in: if you don’t work, eventually you don’t eat.)

A few folks try to tell me, “Jim, it’s all about liability.  They know it’s all ridiculous, but no one wants to get sued.”  I simply have to ask, IF WE KEEP THIS NONSENSE UP WILL THERE BE ANY ASSETS LEFT TO SEIZE?   At some point, the executive authority on every school board and city council needs to turn to general counsel and say, “let opposing counsel sue the mob.  Let’s see how that works out.”

The other night, driving our children back from their incoming Palm Springs flight, the good people of Cal Trans decided to work on the 10 Freeway.  Fair enough.  We exited at Cabazon, to take in some In-n-Out and it took us 45 minutes just to get back on the freeway.  No one was directing traffic on the surface streets.  No one. Not one deputy or CHP officer anywhere.  Google Maps and Waze were directing us to freeway entrances that were barricaded.  We sat, utterly trapped still in traffic, for minutes on end, and I got to thinking “there really are absolutely no adults around here anymore, are there?”

So, given the general level of incompetence prevailing among our politicians and civil servants, the rest of us need to be smart.  We need to go on living and working and celebrating.  Bottom line — Riley’s Farm will stay open as long as we can. We won’t honor any lock-downs or social distance nonsense or vaccine requirements.  The last lock-down nearly killed us, and still may.

I get it.  Fool me once…

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This post was written by Jim Riley