💥EXCITING NEW LITTER!!💥
I reached out to the owner of the toughest, smartest, most-driven dog I have bred, named Blu, and asked if I could mate him to my best breeding female, James McCloskey’s Nel (by Sweep), who breeds big, strong, forward pups.
The result on 25-October, was 10 pups (5M/5F). Taking interest in the pups for working (as in farm) homes only. Pups will be ready to go mid-February. Price is $3000, fully vaccinated and registered with the International Sheep Dog Society. See the contacts page for how to reach me.
Mama had turned off the heat, so they had formed a pile to stay warm
This is Nel’s last litter. For those looking for true working dogs, this is a *very* special opportunity.
Neil Young is still a conscience for my generation with a new song: “Big Crime” [in DC] …about you-know-who!
[Sing along and enjoy it]
No more great again
No — no more great again
There’s big crime in DC at THE White HouseDon’t need no fascist rules
Don’t want no fascist schools
Don’t want soldiers on our streets
There’s big crime in DC at THE White House
There’s big crime in DC at THE White HouseGot to get the fascists out
got to Clean the white house out
Don’t want soldiers on our streets
There’s big crime in DC at THE White House
There’s big crime in DC at THE White HouseNo more great again
No — no more great again
There’s big crime in DC at THE White House
There’s big crime in DC at THE White HouseNo more money to the fascists
the billionaire fascists
TIME TO BLACKOUT THE SYSTEM
no more great again
No — no more great again
TIME TO BLACKOUT THE SYSTEM
There’s big crime in DC at THE White House
There’s big crime in DC at THE White HouseNO MORE GREAT AGAIN
No — NO MORE GREAT AGAIN
There’s big crime in DC at THE White House
There’s big crime in DC at THE White House
NO MORE GREAT AGAIN
NO NO MORE GREAT AGAIN
Closing paragraphs of George Orwell’s 1984:
“He was back in the Ministry of Love, with everything forgiven, his soul white as snow. He was in the public dock, confessing everything, implicating everybody. He was walking down the white-tiled corridor, with the feeling of walking in sunlight, and an armed guard at his back. The long-hoped-for bullet was entering his brain.
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.”
THE END
From Buffalo Springfield’s ballad, ‘For What It’s Worth’
Paranoia strikes deep
Into your life it will creep
It starts when you’re always afraid
You step out of line, the man come and take you awayIt’s s time we stop, hey, what’s that sound
Everybody look what’s going down
“Remember, democracy never lasts long. It soon wastes, exhausts, and murders itself. There never was a democracy yet that did not commit suicide.”
—John Adams
Never Forget
