ShopTalk Sunday: Old Projects End, New Ones Begin

I guess we should finish off the fine-points of the deck build first.

You need lights at night to see where you are walking.  Liability, lawyers, that kind of thing.  The deck stairs (if anyone is stupid enough to come on rural Texas ranch land – at night – with a risk of surveillance cams) will be suitably blinded by a high-powered LED light illuminating lower half of approaching torsos.  We’re still arm-wresting over perimeter magnetometers, but anyone else remember the seismic on the Ho Chi Minh?  No?

OK, one (or if) you get “inside the wire” there are very polite foot lights so you can see where your body will fall.  We do try to keep up hospitality standards, after all.

When the sun comes out, next morning, you may notice a small black box between the 180-degree room door and one of the deck chairs…

That, my friend is an $18 – surprisingly well-made – plastic outdoor cushion box.  Now, did I have delusions of building a rough-hewn, collector with a museum to fill one-off highly artistic book-end grain-matched marvel that the Smithsonian would envy?  Yes!

But the truth is, I had a glass of wine and clicked.  Bingo.  Problem solved.  Besides, even when the sun chews through the plastic in a yer or three, there may be enough residual carbon in it for science experiments or to burn in the BBQ. (Seeing why Elaine insists on prepare now?  Ever since trying to use Bunker-C as charcoal starter…)

That same night I was wining and clicking, I also spied some large 5-foot wide 70-inch high shelving units.  One more pour and click!

Justin, my UPS dude, laughs unloading all the shit out here.  “You and Elaine be doing more dink-n-click?”  (He’s never wrong, of course.)

Now here’s a little shop-made tip for you.  When you’re 77 (‘mazing, huh?) and you didn’t get an Earthquake clip to keep the new shelving from falling over when the Big One comes in April/May, what do you do?

You grab some of that 2×4 sheet metal and toss it in the bending brake (which you should have two of – one for gutter material and long sheets, the other for box and pan work – and you toss in in the latter.  Like so:

With a mighty pull of “Old Man Strength” a moment later you have one of the most adaptable Earthquake anti-tip brackets you could ever find!

Three screws into the wall (where there’s a stud behind the sheet rock or siding in the shop) and you’re in business.  Not as pretty as a one-hole wonder, but it will hold a hell of a lot better.

I was going to skip on this, but since the remote viewers and see-soothers claim a continent busting Biggy quake is in the wings, I figure “Yeah, because in the aftermath of the devastating quake, I might need to grab some Ground Screws that live out in this storage depot to rebuild the leveled everything when the continent splits and the Mississippi becomes an inland ocean…”

Wait!  Should I be hoarding ground screws and fasteners?  (Meds!)

Now We Get Serious

We don’t have a building department – and we have over a million square feet of open land I haven’t built on (or lit off with a forest fire) so far.  Which means – as summer is coming, I get the idea about expanding to an “outdoor rustic woodworking shop.  With the usual assortment of Lumberjack pointy-jointy tool and both round and straight draw knives…plus a break-your-arm kind of Hole-Hawg to drill large holes (up to 6″ well size) I am getting that itch again.

If you’ve never built without permits breathing down your neck, you’ve missed one of life’s freedoms. It’s like peeing in the woods. Or driving across Montana in the old days, when a hundred-and-something felt like a civic suggestion, not a felony. Today? 58 MPH is a SWAT offense.

No adults around (save Elaine – and she’s not really), we are free to rock.  Anyway — back to ground screws and communicable lumber slinging disease (CLSD).

Here is all you need to know.

  1. Ground Screws. Think of a 27-inch wood screw with a welded 4×4 saddle on top. You stick a length of rebar through the drive holes and “Armstrong” the thing into the dirt. No concrete. No mixing. Just twist and grunt.  (Or, optional, Twist and Shout if you’re building in Philadelphia and it happens to be 1961.)
  2. Next you take a bunch of lumber, roof tin, 2x12s, 2x6s, and 2x4s.  Have your assistant hold them dead vertical while you build around them.  Plant them in the middle of where your Publicup and Tractorport is needed.  And don’t let ’em take even a pee-break until you have at least 3 other verticals up and the whole thing (roughly) in place:

Something like this on the sides:

Trust me, if this was really hard, would I be doing it?

This has been up for, oh, gosh, 10-15 years – works great and it laughed at the once-in-a-century 12″ snow load back during Snowmageddon which was what, 2021?

I may also do the add-on to the welding zone on the north side of the shop.  Two things are possible there.  First, I need to build a little more framing.  On the west side of that area, I left about 16 inches of sheet tin roof unsupported.  This was a science project to build my farmerly database of hands-on knowledge.

Here’s what I learned.  The metal still keeps out rain just fine.  When the snow is heavy – every 10 or 15 years, the metal bends, but doesn’t crease.  So all good.

Well, almost.  Here about 4-years back we had a windstorm come through.  The kind slickers draw in their breath over and people in Kansas couldn’t care less about.

Thing is?  That overhang began to oscillate once the wind worked up to the low 30s from the west (up the rifle range where it got a good run at things).

SO if you are building a tractorport or an outdoors welding space expansion, spend the extra eight bucks of wood and buck and a half on metal and fasteners.  Otherwise you’ll never be able to nap in the next big wind storm to come through.

Two for the Road

G2 is still planning to return to the home plot late summer and we’ve been kicking around what kind of tools he might use.  This week, I got the Powertech miter saw stand put in…

And just as I was about to build some book-end, matched-grain rough-hewn…well, here comes Elaine.

“OMG – you have to come see the ants – they’re awful.”

No, they were dead. At least they were in a few minutes.  But this is the point I’m making here: This is a summer-long curse if you don’t kill the little f^&*(errs now:

I have tried every ant poison in the world.  None of them are especially better than any other. The key thing is to apply it often – right after a rain when they come out to dry off their eggs and such and hopefully going into a dry spell.

The smartest thing I have done (besides marrying the last rational woman on Earth) is kill all the ants around the property before March and keep a line of ant bait around the garden and greenhouse.

Now, go kill ants and drop by next week as the Greenhouse expansion, improvement, and renovations (GHEIR) are up next.

Write when (yada, yada),

George@ure.net

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    • re: Proverbs for STS

      JC,
      It’s too bad scientific inquiry into the use of ant-decapitating phorid flies didn’t take off. The following 2009 “Science News” link held so much promise:

      https://www.sciencenews.org/article/venom-attracts-decapitating-flies

      In keeping with the weekend’s ‘fire and brimstone’ theme, one may be drawn to The Bible’s Proverbs 30:25 – “The ants are a people not strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer”. According to ChatGPT, this Proverb implies acting in favorable times before future scarcity, and is “about applied intelligence in time management and resource stewardship”.

      • Might wanna inquire a Hopi or Navajo shaman about the ancient legend of “Ant People” saving the OG Ameri Indians. Prior to some great calamity.

        Have a sand painting of Peruvian origin of a Ant Person adorning the hallway powder room back in Pennsyltucky.. parents gift from way back.

    • JC : ding-ding-dong we have a winner with “…You don’t have an armadillo? …”

      Fire ants are awful. Anything that eats them, well, we be mates.

      I have ant killer that works on local tribe.

      Hate poisons though, hey?

      E ___/)_______________

      • I’m sorry… every time I see that word I read “armadilldo”. I don’t need to describe the mental graphic that accompanies it.

  2. Until youse get to experience Ure Women standing on top of mound of Fire Ants, you aint lived full Life.
    Wife found out the hard way last year that she is highly allergic to Fire Ant Toxin..who knu? Her body reacted very violently to the toxins and created huge blisters at site of each bite. She ended up sending pics of the bite marks/bliters to her Dermatologist. Yes she is on speed dial after better half had a melanoma cut out side of her face 11 years ago. Brilliant Surgeon – so no one can ever tell looking at her pretty face.

    Anywho – property mgt guys are on strict orders to “Nuke” the F outta any all fire ant nests that appear on property. She who shall not be named can be oh so vicious, when situation call for extreme prejudice. In my case, the fire bites leave a scar like discoloration on my skin that lasts for almost a year..nasty lil bastards.

    In fact one of our first adventures down here Belize 1999 , involved friends we had just met in town for live music show, at some point in the night the Husband had come yelling and screaming out from behind an old abandoned gas station where he had been relieving himself. Turns out he was standing atop a fire ant nest when he whipped it out, can still see and hear him now in my recall..it was a very eventfull night that I dont think anyone involved in will ever forget.

  3. Yep, fireants are prevalent here in NE Texas. Got mounds popping up all over as they climb out of what little ground water there is after a rain. I keep Amdro and a whirlybird spreader handy and treat a 5′ circle around each new mound when they pop up. Takes a few days to get them knocked down (wife says it takes them that long to move to new digs), but it works. In the greenhouse with its 2′ X 2′ concrete paver floor I use a handy dandy doodad I bought years ago that fits the bare top of a spray can. It’s a 2′ long steel tube with a pointy end that I can stick down at the corner seams of the pavers and run it a few inches into the ground. The plastic end replaces the nozzle cap on the ant spray can, and I can saturate the ground between the pavers. Keeps the little buggers out of the greenhouse all summer.

    • Here in the jungles of the Big Island, we have the invasive species of “Little Fire Ants”. Tiny little red-blond hordes that like to climb trees and drop on you from above, with some mysterious radar to know just when. Amdro has limited effect on them as they are wide-ranging. University came up with a ‘Tango’ mixture with bait that we spray on tree trunks in infested areas. It’s not a direct poison… it sterilizes the ant’s reproductive process. Workers consume lots & feed it to the queen. In a month or three the entire colony dies out. Regular treatment of peripheral areas of property keep invading hordes at bay.
      Volcano ranch is well controlled now, but when I first bought the property we had to clear the property that had been neglected for 30 years. Needed full body cover and a broad-brimmed hat for protection while chopping and hauling green waste. Just what you want to wear when working hard in 87F humid weather.

  4. Hey Mr Ure,

    Time has come for youse to prove to readership how real you are or are not.

    Thats right, we be in the middle of a Fake News WAR on USA society , and We need to tighten up security around around here. So now be a good time to learn some new things about Illusion and and their use in this age of fakenews wars. Social Sciences are at the very forefront of what be going on, as they form the basis from which all the this BULLSCHEISSE be springing forth from. Take a gander and Learn -https://substack.com/redirect/302b2956-0d5e-44c3-81ae-3c0d96452c4d?

    For you 30% of readership that avoided the needle better get this straight in Ure pea brains, once they get the guns no pretexts will be needed, “Pedophiles Gone Wild” will be Americas #1 TV Show. They will be going door to door injecting people with self-assembling nano platforms. No worries, the dude will Save you.. : D

    I Win, Because I Am Within.

    • Pancakes Between the Ears

      There’s a habit floating around online that I call “pancake thinking.”

      You take one legitimate concern.

      Say, distrust of institutions.

      Add another: monetary debasement.

      Add another: overreach during COVID.

      Add another: gun politics.

      Add another: digital assets.

      Then you throw them all in one bowl, stir aggressively, and declare you’ve discovered The Unified Theory of Everything.

      That’s not systems analysis.

      That’s pancake batter between the ears.

      Refusing a medical procedure was a personal risk calculation.
      Owning firearms is a civil liberty question.
      Bitcoin is a speculative digital asset.
      Government incompetence is a historical constant.

      Each of those lives in a different domain.

      If your thesis requires all of them to validate each other simultaneously, it isn’t a model. It’s mood bundling.

      Systems thinking demands separation before synthesis.

      You analyze:
      – liquidity
      – volatility regimes
      – regulatory risk
      – positioning
      – leverage
      – macro backdrop

      You don’t prove an asset thesis by invoking nano-platform door knockers or apocalyptic TV shows.

      If Bitcoin fits your portfolio model, trade it.

      If it becomes your identity, you’ve already lost objectivity.

      Markets reward discipline, not devotion.

      And as always, we separate domains here before we mix batter.

      That’s how you avoid pancakes between the ears.
      Trust some old pilot talk. Step out to the hangar for a second.

      When you blunder into inadvertent IFR over mountains in bad weather, the first thing you choke down is:

      “We’re all going to die.”

      Because if that thought runs the cockpit, you probably will. Action paralysis kills.

      Instead, a PIC scans the panel.

      Airspeed over the wings. Good.
      Attitude indicator steady? No graveyard spiral.
      Compass stable? A touch of rudder.
      Altitude? What’s the lowest obstruction in this quadrant?
      Terrain clearance? Manageable.

      One domain at a time.

      You fly the airplane you’re in.

      You don’t fight imaginary ones.

      Calm operators survive turbulence.
      Panicked narrators sell apocalypse.

      Nano squads at the door make for dystopian fiction.

      Real survival — financial or otherwise — still comes down to disciplined focus, breath control, and managing the variable directly in front of you.

      Box breathing.
      One shot.
      One correction.
      One domain.

      When someone brings me a volatility model, a liquidity thesis, and a downside management plan, I’ll listen carefully.

      Until then? We keep flying the airplane.

      And yes — we can always go around on the slim chance we missed anything.

      • I’ve been running into those sorts of panic inducing scenarios pretty regular lately. Had to lay the bicycle down yesterday to get out of a situation. It was controlled, with no injury to me or the cycle. You just have to be focused and in the moment. If you are trying to obsess on a dozen different unrelated things, you are toast. Works the same way with most any emergency situation including personal finance. You can mythologize in your recliner. Just don’t choke on a chicken sandwich in mid-rumination. You aren’t choking because of Satanists and mystical forces, you are choking because you are ruminating, and not focused while engaging in a potentially dangerous activity.

      • Sounds like having a huge nasty squall sweep on you, one that doesn’t go away but builds a sea instead. Do you panic? Better to calmly take a reef, or two, maybe alter course to ease motion and stop the bashing. Then do a look around and make sure nothing is loose on deck, or down below. No water coming in.
        Make a cup of tea, sit and watch. Be rested and ready if it might get worse. Always think of the ship first. If there is crew, make them feel your confidence. Brief them on what you know.
        Stay calm. It’s all temporary.
        Be happy you’re not in Mexico. Not nice there now. PV used to be so nice.
        Stiks

  6. seriously its got to be up there with total madness . to say that the supreme court of the united states has been infiltrated by our enemies . that is so wrong , undemocratic and mental issue stuff . yep what next from the unstable , poor cognitive function fella.

  7. It could be worse…

    In 1954, New Mexico State Police Sergeant Ben Peterson and his partner, Ed Blackburn, discover a little girl wandering the desert in a catatonic state near Alamogordo, and the ravaged and abandoned travel trailer she came from a few miles away. The officers summon an ambulance for the girl, and, while the scene is processed, go to a nearby rural general store. They find it destroyed in the same way as the trailer, and the owner’s dead, mutilated body in the cellar. No money was taken at either crime scene. Peterson leaves Blackburn alone to wait for backup, and Blackburn hears a strange, pulsating sound outside. He investigates, and empties his gun at something before screaming in agony.

    The owner of the trailer is found to be an FBI agent, so Agent Robert Graham is called in from the local FBI office to help Peterson. He sends a cast of a print found near the trailer to Washington, D.C., for analysis, and is surprised when he receives word that Drs. Harold and Pat Medford, father and daughter myrmecologists, are being sent by the Department of Agriculture. On an educated hunch, Harold exposes the little girl to the scent of formic acid, which is characteristic of ants. The odor releases her from her catatonia, leaving her shrieking in panic, “Them! Them!”

    Peterson and Graham take the Medfords to where the trailer was found. While searching the area, Pat is accosted by a giant foraging ant, and Harold directs Peterson and Graham to shoot off the ant’s antennae to blind it, before Peterson kills it with a Thompson submachine gun. Harold theorizes that the ants were mutated by radiation from the first atomic bomb test near Alamogordo, and have turned carnivorous from lack of a suitable food supply in the desert.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Them!

    • re: From Trinity Test to Them Doors
      feat: “In the Midnight Hour”, 18/6/66

      Belfast band “Them” with Van Morrison took their name from the 50’s Hollywood sci-fi horror film. In June 1966 some band calling themselves The Doors fronted by Jim Morrison shared billing with Them at the Whisky a Go Go in Hollywood. Allegedly the two groups combined forces entertaining patrons with “In the Midnight Hour” and “Gloria”.

  8. wow. you are pretty handy G . ive watch you build so many things over so many years ive taken it for granted how you can just about do or make anything on the ranch . its so wonderful from humble beginning’s to create so much . im as useful as tits on a bull , so i really admire talent

    • ‘Some people are wise, some are otherwise.’
      often attributed to Scottish author Tobias Smollett, 1721 – 1771.

  9. Those sensors were air dropped spikes, designed to spiral down to the jungle floor and penetrate several inches. Any tremor detections were reported via a satellite link. I hired one of the designers a couple of months after the production release, a creative black belt engineer who built origami and RC sailplanes as a hobby.

  10. hmmmm i never realised that my time driving ore trains was mentioned in the Last Book of The Bible, Revelations to John, Commonly known as “The Book of Revelations.”

    Chapter 4 verse 6 mentions what i saw there prior to moving to Eagle Mountain Ranch and living in a scaled replica of The City of The Gods.

    i drove ore train #11. it had #11 in the front, each side and on the back of it. all the while i was staying in room #11 at the Carabou Lodge. and going to meetings at the firehouse which was directly accross the street from The Masonic Lodge in Soda Springs Idaho. i used to see it symbol out of the window in the upstairs meeting room while sitting at the Head of the Table.

    According to chaper 4 verse 6 through 8 it talks about 4 Beasts, Living Creatures, The first being like a Lion, The second like that of a Lamb, the third had the face of Man and the Fourth that of an Eagle. they were covered in eyes.

    while Driving ore trains there was a mountain lion den to the East of me. a Heard of Cattle to the West of me. A man on the stacker to the south of me and an Eagles Nest to the North of me. i hauled phospate from the Tipple that eagles nest just north of it to the stacker down south where a man (face of a man) stood there waiting to unload me to send it to the refinery on a converor system.

    it mentions the beast had 4 wings. and each of them had eyes on them. in front and behind. I is the roman symbol for 1. on my train it had the #11. two eyes north, south, east and west.

    i hauld three trailers that had 2 clam shell gates under each trailer. they open up on the stacker to depost the ore from under the trailer down to the conveyor system. when the clam shella open up? they look like wings. 6 wings on the trailers.

    and every night i would drive my train praising THE DUDE for HIS Goodness. all night long.

    i was unknowing at the time, living out verses in The Revelations to John.

    hmmmmmmmm……..

    I Win with God within.

  11. ***correction: the second beast is that of a Calf. not a lamb.

    according to the book Titled Revelations to John.

    these Creature sit before The Throne of God.

    hmmmmmmm..

  12. i am unsure what to think of all that. i am grateful that I am aware of it.

    i heard a few months ago, That company i was working for lost their contract with that mine after being there for 70 + years after i left. of course They screwed me on my final paycheck
    and most all of the management was fired after they lost the mine.

    I was the last person to drive Ore train #11 from the eagles nest to the face of a man on the stacker.

    they have a new company there which tansfers the ore a different way now.

    i was just thinking this morning about that time i was way up on the Mountain in the Valley of Enoch, and little black rock moved towards me. i picked it up and looked it. then threw it off a 500 foot cliff and watched it fall down and shatter below into a million pieces. then as i walked away. the wind begain to swirl around me and create one of those ice crystal rainbows, and a co worker yelled, Andy you are standing in a rainbow!

    then i read that in the Revelations to John and it occured to me, i was working within the same schematic in visioned by John of the Throne of God in chapter 4, verses 6 through 8.

    well,

    My girlfriend is ready to go to the gym. so im going to do that and enjoy the rest of my day.

    I Win with God within.

  14. CJNG Cartel just posted this warning:

    DO NOT LEAVE YOUR HOUSES, THERE’S GOING TO BE A HUGE MESS BECAUSE OF THE DIRTY GOVERNMENT. WE HAVE ORDERS TO FINISH OFF EVERYONE WHO CROSSES OUR PATH AND WE DON’T WANT TO HARM THE PEOPLE, EVERYONE IN THEIR HOUSES UNTIL IT’S UNDER CONTROL.

    https://x.com/TaraBull/status/2025671514457350234?s=20

    Update: Fighting between Mexican military forces and Narco Terrorist Cartels after major Drug Overlord killed in joint operation with the United States. All Americans across Mexico are ordered to shelter in place. Major battles are being fought everywhere as Soldiers and Police are targeted by Cartel militants!!

    https://x.com/defense_civil25/status/2025662365354934703?s=20

    There’s gonna be a whole lot of pissed college kids here in a week or two, when “Spring Break season” starts and they can’t get ticket refunds.

    This was a Navy SEAL op — sort of. According to Mexican officials, Sheinbaum is a cartel asset, but someone authorized the SEALs to conduct a training school for a select group of Federalés.
    ______

    Both the United States and Mexico wanted cartel leader “El Mencho” dead.
    Not captured. Dead.

    While Mencho could have delivered testimony in the U.S. damning to Mexico, revealing his cartel’s backing of Morena (the party of AMLO and President @Claudiashein), the CIA also had reason to avoid such testimony—particularly claims about how American officials, under previous administrations, aided and abetted drug trafficking into the United States.

    https://x.com/EnriAlejandroTV/status/2025821132046098815?s=20

  15. My parents winter in Puerto Vallarta. Have for years.

    They are currently barricaded in their condo, the military keeping rebels from entering their property.

    They have food and power, and have taken in 2 women who were stranded.

    The street below, usually buzzing with life, is silent, apart from the odd car that drives thru. Those people driving are not brave. They are stupid. They are surrounded by rebels, beaten, their cars lit on fire.

    The Canadian consulate is unavailable. They are getting their information from social media and gov’t websites. They are sheltering in place and say they are safe. They have not heard gunfire. We are praying the internet does not go dark.

    Canada will not be saving my parents or any other Canadians

    You can keep your elbows up, pay your excessive a taxes, mutilate your children, MAiD your elderly, bash America—and viciously mock their president because CBC told you to.

    The reality is, when my parents come home safe, it will be by the grace of God and the determination and heroics of America. Canada won’t do anything, because it can’t

    I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again:

    God Blessed America

    https://x.com/BlueCollarKell/status/2025784793527640195?s=20
    ______

    For those asking why certain things have not happened yet, look at what the CJNG are doing in response to the death of leader “El Mencho”.

    They are terrorizing civilians.

    Now do you see why Trump and his DOJ/FBI/DHS targeted dangerous gang members and sleeper cells first? Trump had to make sure violent gangs like MS13 and Tren de Aragua were purged from our streets, so they could not be mobilized to cause coordinated violence within our walls.

    This step was paramount, because the Democrats’ open border policies allowed for the cartels to walk freely into our nation and establish a standing army. This is why day one, Trump used the Military to close the border, then he began targeting all the gangs.

    https://x.com/WarClandestine/status/2025757480005820738?s=20

  16. Press Sec Leavitt confirms that the US provided intelligence to support the Mexican government in this military operation in Jalisco.

    It appears this was a Trump/US MIL operation, carried out by Mexican forces.

    The cartels are going to be purged.

    Monroe Doctrine in effect.

    Karoline Leavitt

    @PressSec

    The United States provided intelligence support to the Mexican government in order to assist with an operation in Talpalpa, Jalisco, Mexico, in which Nemesio ‘El Mencho’ Oseguera Cervantes, an infamous drug lord and leader within the Jalisco New Generation Cartel, was eliminated. ‘El Mencho’ was a was a top target for the Mexican and United States government as one of the top traffickers of fentanyl into our homeland. Last year, President Trump rightfully designated the Jalisco New Generation Cartel as a Foreign Terrorist Organization — because that’s exactly what it is. In this operation, three additional cartel members were killed, three were wounded, and two were arrested.

    President Trump has been very clear — the United States will ensure narcoterrorists sending deadly drugs to our homeland are forced to face the wrath of justice they have long deserved.

    The Trump Administration also commends and thanks the Mexican military for their cooperation and successful execution of this operation.

    https://x.com/PressSec/status/2025751007594971346?s=20
    ______

    Mario Nawfal

    @MarioNawfal

    US ALREADY HAS HALF OF EL MENCHO’S INNER CIRCLE LOCKED UP

    Several top allies of Nemesio Oseguera Cervantes are already in U.S. custody, showing how much of his inner circle has been taken apart.

    Abigael González Valencia, his brother-in-law, is facing drug-trafficking charges.

    José González Valencia, also his brother-in-law, is serving 30 years.

    Cristian “El Guacho” Gutierrez-Ochoa, his son-in-law, got 11 years for laundering.

    Ruben “El Menchito” Oseguera González…

    …FIFA Watching Closely as Cartel Violence Clouds Guadalajara’s World Cup Role

    A World Cup city is suddenly on edge.

    https://x.com/MarioNawfal/status/2025867151920300381?s=20

  17. Glenn Beck
    @glennbeck

    This is a VERY V E R Y good solution. The founders understood much more than anyone gives them credit for. While this is from their era, it would work better in our time. PERFECT SOLUTION. The world is about to be engulfed in flames and we must think out of the box:

    Mike Lee
    @BasedMikeLee
    ·
    13h
    If the wave of violence we’re seeing from Mexican drug cartels spills into the U.S., letters of marque and reprisal might be in order.

    Congress could issue such letters, inviting privateers to weaken the cartels, which Joe Biden spent four years enriching and empowering.

    https://x.com/glennbeck/status/2025743969439646077?s=20
    ______

    I notice in all these posts, there’s no mention of the U.S. cooperating with the Mexican Government — only cooperation with the Mexican Military…

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