Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I had a blog post planned for today that would be entirely non-political and quite positive. You know… fun homesteader shit. But I got lazy. Last night, instead of writing it, I kicked back by the wood stove sipping bourbon … Continue reading →

I’ve written optimistic posts as much as I can. In many of the last few weeks months years it has been a struggle. Each time some new shitstorm arrives, the odds are a little less in our favor. The shitstorms … Continue reading →

If you’ve been paying attention to politics you know two things: The election was rigged. We’re fucked. Even in this dark moment, I’m not consumed with despair. #2 isn’t a done deal. Am I nuts? Why the hell haven’t I … Continue reading →

“You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can not fool all of the people all of the time.” ― Abraham Lincoln “This isn’t just bullshit, … Continue reading →

I’ve started… and rejected… a dozen posts lately. I had to delete them. They were inadequate. The election situation exceeds my grasp as a wordsmith. Meanings too deep, ramifications too numerous, it cannot be “wished away” with a silly joke. … Continue reading →

I tried (again!) to write something coherent about our current situation. I just can’t do it. So much bullshit… going down rabbit hole… doooooooom So here’s Ryan George, who gets it:

[How y’all holding up under the 2020 shitshow? Everyone ok? Here’s a post with no politics and simple wood boards. We need a break.] Things on a homestead never go according to plan. (Actually, life never goes according to plan, … Continue reading →

[This post has no politics. We all need a break.] Last year, when practicality won out over my stubborn refusal to take on payments, I bought a new tractor. It has a bucket. The bucket is a bit small for … Continue reading →

I just spent two weeks in contemplative peace. Some time was devoted to rest and some to hunting (which is its own form of meditation). I hoped to gather my thoughts. I had the intention to make sense of the … Continue reading →