July Newsletter

Overview of this month’s newsletter, generated by ChatGPT

• 35–40 swallow-tailed kites on the road to Alapaha.
• Daily battles with goats, deer, and especially crows.
• Writing Project: A fable-like story inspired by The Hobbit, about European peoples uniting against a parasitic adversary.
• Homestead Learning: Adjust planting, fertilizing, and watering schedules based on lessons from this year’s losses (butterbeans, dragon beans, squash).
• On Work & Farming: Farming can feel like drudgery, but writing, cleanliness, and organization help renew the spirit. Need for balance.
• On Freedom: Independence feels different in midlife than it did in youth; propaganda is now seen as such.
• Tacitus’s Germania: Reflections on race, gender, hospitality, and the transformation of German industriousness—how Christianization may have shifted values. Connected ancient observations to present Europe’s challenges with immigration.
• Reflected on government corruption as possibly the natural state of affairs. Imagined a future collapse—global catastrophe, dark age, and eventual rebirth of new nations rooted in chosen culture.
• Speculated that new religion may arise, as Christianity did after Rome, but this time out of applied philosophy and artificial intelligence.
• Spengler’s critique of Marxism compelling, especially the claim that Marx misunderstood labor by viewing it through a businessman’s and Jewish lens, treating labor only as curse and burden.

Tuesday, July 1 2025

This morning a Mr. Hughes dropped in to see Daddy. I downloaded The Hobbit on audiobook and listened to it as I unloaded wood.

The weeds have taken over despite my reasonable efforts. Other places look good, but I just concluded that I will not catch up and need to decide what to do next. For now, I will continue to hoe in passing as walk from one place to the next. Leave the hoes in the ground and pick them up as I walk by.

Thursday, July 3

Like 100,000 other people the Hobbit leads me to want to write a story about the different groups of white people, each with their own characteristics, stories, strengths, and weaknesses. In then end they are all united to fight for our shared existence. Each race based on an actual European group, with the big powers being big powers. Recognizable as groups but no need for it to be perfect. It is a fable, not a history. A moral tale with clear good guys and bad guys. Whites aren’t perfect. For starters, we are too nice – have become so at least.

How so? The obvious answer is Christianity but I don’t want to be unreasonably harsh or accusatory. Give it a positive development story and then, “but x saw this differently,” Maybe this is done through a new group – the younger generation of the different groups – or a select group of them. They see the need to come together for mutual benefit.

Where do I set it – maybe instead of in Europe, make the setting be something like American before the arrival of the Europeans. Or maybe in a real place right after a civil war.

The antagonists will of course be the Jews: a parasitic culture that divides the people and makes them want to open their borders.

Saturday July 5

The beautiful silver bb flies victoriously through the July sunlight. The goats scatter in defeat. It’s good to be back at the farm.

The deer ate the entire plot of peas at the bottom. Fortunately, it was fairly small – maybe 20 plants. So, I picked the top plot and will cook them like an Italian green bean.

Monday, July 7, 2025

7:20AM

I start here rather than at the first because I have decided to pause and to catch up on processing all the vegetables and to catch up on writing.

One of the reasons I have gotten behind is because I believed I should not freeze the zucchini. However, upon further consultation with the oracle, I have decided that I can freeze some of it. I just need to use it for casserole and soups – not stir fry or other places where I would like it it be nonmushy.

So, this morning I plan to freeze some (some sliced and some shredded), make some more bread (last night I ate almost a whole loaf), to dehydrate some in the dehydrator and some in the oven to make chips, and finally to pickle some. And that is just the zucchini. I also have some corn and beans.

The first task, in which I am presently engaged, is to write myself into the work. It is something like meditation. A way to organize my thoughts but also to help move me into the right mental mode. I would like to remind myself that this should be fun. I should smile and laugh. Be thankful for the bountiful harvest of squash and the freedom to do this.

The seed of an essay that will not get written lies in this last sentence. Coming off of the 4th of July weekend in my 53rd year, freedom means something different to me now than it did when I was growing up in the 80s. The propaganda was believable then – partly because I was a child and partly because the state was less dysfunctional.

Yesterday the farm felt a bit like work. It should not. I can act in ways that help renew my spirit. Cleanliness and organization. Catching up on chores. Reflecting and writing and following up on notes that I have made. As much as I enjoy writing, my personality is such that I like going all in on some new task – so much so that I neglect other things. Fortunately, I recognize this. That all-in attitude makes me a good team player – when there is division of labor – but I must reign myself in to attend to multiple tasks in different areas of life.

Step one is to clean the kitchen and the jars. This also involves making breakfast (an egg and zucchini sandwich) and a pitcher of tea for afternoon use. While doing this I have been listening to Tacitus’s Germania on Librivox. Some interesting claims include the following:

• The Germans are a pure race because almost all immigration occurs by sea – and they live in forests apart from the Mediterranean.
• All Germans are blue eyed and red haired.
• The Germans treat and respect their women better than others.
• They don’t care much for farming – and would rather hunt or make war. This is interesting in light of how the Germans have become known as an industrious people. Perhaps this was the effect of Christianization.
• They are unusually monogamous.
• They do not distinguish between an acquaintance and a stranger regarding the rites of hospitality. This I find interesting regarding the current state of Europe. How they treat the Muslim and African invaders better than they do their own people – and how this is destroying northern and western Europe.

This is a part of homesteading that I have perhaps been neglecting. I planned to do it in the evenings, but I don’t seem to have the proper motivation most nights. I planned to write Sunday mornings but for different reasons have been inconsistent.

This morning I have learned a good bit. For example, this last batch of butterbeans is stung so badly that almost half of it is not worth keeping. That was unexpected. Although they do seem to be less affected than the southern peas, this is a limitation. Next year I need to remember to plant the butterbeans early. I think the planting time for this year might have been ok if I did a better job tending them early. I have learned how easy it is for weeds to get out of hand, and I have a plan for that, but I will also need to do a better job watering and perhaps fertilizing.

The Oaxaca corn looks great. It has exceeded my reduced expectations. I am skeptical of the dragon beans. They looked so good early on but they have disappointed me this second half. That is probably due much to my lack of attention. But my impression so far is that they are a plant grown more for its looks than for its value as a homestead food crop.

Tuesday July 8

I made a leftover turkey soup from an old frozen carcass and threw in some dragon peas, butter beans, onions, and dried zucchini. It was surprisingly good relative to my very low expectations.

Thursday 10

The crows punctured another 6-10 watermelons last night. Rather disheartening the percentage they have already gotten, with no sign of slowing down. If this continues, I will not have a single melon to harvest.

July 10

July 11

Sunday 13

Yesterday on the drive back to Alapaha I saw between 35 and 40 swallow tailed kites circling – just before the 82/125 junction. I pulled over to watch for a couple minutes. I took a few pictures and a couple of videos. I would have stayed longer, but I had a Dairy Queen appointment with Kat. That was the first time I have eaten fast food in a while.

Friday July 18

I have plants dead and dying from lack of water. Corn 8 feet tall might not produce ears for lack of rain. No rain in the forecast for another 5 days. Its probably been a week since we had any.

Saturday July 19

Next year I should plant a small watermelon crop down by the creek just for the crows. Plant it first. Minimal care. Then let crows have it. Plant my crop up closer to the barns, separated by stuff they don’t care for.

Last night and this morning I am working o fall planting calendar. Summer is almost over. I have basically one week. Saturday we go to Stillwater for Ulrich’s memorial, and then it will be August and I will be back on contract for ABAC. I will be fully occupied by work in August. I need to shift back to thinking mode. How much can I farm while I am teaching? In the summer I have infinite time and still can’t seem to get everything done.

I learned a lot this summer and am just getting started. I expect managing the deer and crows will be more difficut during winter. I will perhaps hunt the deer in fall and early winter.

To manage time, I guess the farm will become my leisure. The natural plan seems to be to establish office and class hours and set aside sufficient daylight time each week to work on the farm and at home. Instead of wasting evenings with video games, twitter, or tv, I can do school work and free up some daylight.

July 21

Friday July 25

Saturday

I am hungry and did not bring food so I am eating an immature ear of corn raw. it is surprisingly good. I just picked a pot’s worth of southern peas (not sure if they are blackeyes, crowder, pink eye or something else). I never once watered, fertilized, or weeded them. I am not going to wait for them to mature because the goats, deer, crows, weevils, and god knows what else will eat them before I do.

The okra is almost ready. The ones at the end of the row, which probably got extra water, will be ready to pick in a day or two.

Sunday

It seems to me that our government is completely corrupted. But I wonder, has it always been this way?

This is the natural state of things. In order for new America to arise, I believe there would need to be a global catastrophe so enormous that 1/4 of the world’s population dies. We enter a dark age or at least a period of deep isolation and regionalism. Perhaps future generations move into sparely inhabited areas and of a now distinct culture and start a new nation based on their ideals. After the natives leave, for whatever reason, the people who immigrate to this new nation will choose to do so because they believe in the culture. Then we can have a new functioning nation.

Perhaps we are more likely to see the appearance of a new religion, not unlike during the unwinding of Rome. At that time, the new religion developed out of philosophy. But philosophy has more or less run its course. All that is left is applied philosophy.

The basis for the new religion will probably be artificial intelligence. It will offer salvation. it is amazing to me that anyone with knowledge and intelligence can still believe in the old conceptualization of the gods. But it is possible that people will be able to hold onto their belief in God by broadening the definition of God. This has happened repeatedly in Judaeo-Christianity and elsewhere.

I am disappointed that I am having to water in July. I was thinking I would not need to – tropical storms would provide rain. The gods have abandoned me.

While watering and weeding the roasters, a crow showed up on the far side of the field about 30 yards away. He hung around for a bit. I explained that I did not appreciate the way they pecked holes into all the different melons and then just left them to rot. He cawed to his friend in the trees at the creek 60 yards from here who responded in kind. He did not enter the field but stayed in the area beyond the field where I though out the melons they pecked. I am surprised he came down. This is only the second time I have seen one on the ground near the melons.

Maybe he was curious. Maybe his friend dared him. Maybe the dark clouds that just moved in made it seem later in the day than it actually is and he thought it was the time they usually arrive – after I have left.

I suspect that some of the squash I am watering today will have died soon if I did not water them using old juice and milk jugs filled with tap water from Alapaha. Some likely still will die. I abandoned two plants already because I believe they will not make it.

Monday

This morning I am a little manic. I put some very large and heavy logs in the truck. I am covering the watermelons that seem almost ripe with grass and picking the ones that have a yellowish spot on the bottom. I have deemed them ripe enough to not forfeit them to the crows. If they are not ripe enough, I will feed them to the goats.

If I made a totem, now it would include goats, crows, deer, vultures, mockingbirds, red shouldered hawk, barred owl, bowfin, warmouth, turtle, chicken, dragonfly, bumblebee, rabbit.

I mentioned earlier that I plan to use the 2×8 model for planting next year. But I also think I should probably just plant less. Seeing my plants die from lack of rain or being overcome by weeds or eaten by crows makes me unhappy. I don’t have to do this, so I should do it in a way that makes me happy. I like the idea of eating more or less only what I grow, but I don’t think I can do that by myself without the use of poison and irrigation. So, I need to reassess what I want out of this and how best to accomplish that. I am feeling pretty irritated right now. Hopefully it will pass and I will be able to see it as a learning experience and appreciate the good things. Learn and do it differently next time.

Tuesday

Today was the first day I got a handful of okra. I am also picking corn. As with everything else, I am picking it early because I am not using insecticide. There has been a worm in every single ear I have picked. So I went and got my pocket knife and cut the top off of each one as I picked it up before even bothering to shuck it. I plan to work out and then process all of this this evening.

Tuesday

In Spengler, I am reading the best critique of Marxism since Nietzsche. The argument has several lines, but in short he argues that Marx understood labor only from the perspective of the businessman – and not at all from the perspective of the German worker. For Marx, labor is inherently bad, and businessmen are seen as inherently bad due to jealousy regarding the fact that the wealthy do not have to work.

Marx presumes that everyone hates labor and sees it only as a means to an end – survival and leisure. This is strongly influenced by his Jewishness. No Jew has ever willingly done physical labor or even unwillingly outside of a concentration camp. They see labor as evil. It was cursed by God in the Bible. Paradise is the absence of work and streets of gold. In the Jewish Heaven, there are no plants or nature or the pleasure that comes from hard work.

Freedom leads inevitably to inequality. The only way to begin to approach equality / equity is through the creation of a hegemon of great and unequaled power that makes everyone, save himself and his entourage, equally impotent to resist.

Marx’s influence is to blame for the working class and the conservative misunderstanding of one another and of socialism. That and the internationalism of the Jews who hijacked socialism.