Saturday, March 07, 2015

While I’m waiting the Saturday edition of the NASCAR races.

Renter came over this morning and I gave him a ration of guff. He said, some months ago that he wasn’t running for the village council. I even showed him the public notice of his having paid his money to register for the April elections. He grinned and looked just a little ashamed and said “if not me, who?”

Yes. Well. I suppose that’s correct. We talked and talked some more. I will get cattle this summer and have a twelve acre patch to clean up for the select herd he wants to put on it for calving season. He wants an area to breed other fenced also.

But first my fence. I need to get off my dead behind and get with it.

While I’m on the subject of lying politicians, the following headline is apropos:

Andover proposes increased sales tax for improvements

It is a growing city just outside of Wichita. They’ve proposed several tax increases over the past ten years and promised a short while ago that the last was the last. And here they are again.

The former secretary for my little village was bitten by the Liberal bug and held enough power within the village that she was responsible for several tax increases – I call them tax increases as the village owns all the rights to everything other than electricity and natural gas. That’s water, trash, a surcharge for streets and the power of elevating the fees at will.

She quit our village and moved to Andover as a job location. Immediately thereafter their taxes began increasing. Did I mention that she is well connected within the moneyed areas? And is expert in misdirection in conversation.

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From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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