Danny's Doting(s)

  MacKay's had just moved in on the Gilmour Farm next place down the road from us. King and Myrna and their three boys and their beautiful daughter, Shelly. It was the summer of 1984, and we were young and fast and strong. Rodney and Scott and Mike were work-hardened, bronze skinned lads from manually slugging all summer with hot asphalt in the family business, King's Paving.  King wanted to farm. Namely, he wanted a cow/calf beef operation and that's why he bought the Gilmour farm from Hubert Gilmour. Marble-mouthed Hubie was getting up in age and had long retired from farming, and even from managing the Ross Township dump, where he had been a fixture every dump day for years. His wife had been gone for a while and he wanted to whoop up whatever life he had left, so he sold the farm and moved into Cobden. But, MacKay's adopted him, as they had a way of doing, and he still hung around the farm when it suited everyone. Hubie bought a sharp black Pontiac Grand Prix with s...

Proverbs 16:18 Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall. Pride separates us from God. That is all there is to it. It's no wonder Satan chose the word 'pride' for the movement that has ushered in and dissolved into all sorts of debauchery. He drove in the biggest wedge he could think of and keeps on driving it to the point that those participants take pride in their pride, and in that manner distance themselves even further from God. It is utterly tragic to watch for them. But, while they may literally and figuratively lead the parade, they are not alone. Psalm 53:1 The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity: there is none that doeth good. That verse, and others like it, are proof you don't have to be part of the sexual 'pride' group to still be separated from God by pride. Lots and lots of mainstream people; far too many, in modern society are puffed up with pride and unable ...

  People continually post stuff about "We've got them now!" That is, making out they're going to lock up Trudeau and his cabinet, or Biden and his cabinet, or Fauci and Gates, etc..., over a new 'bombshell' of revelation of involvement and guilt in the biggest scam the world has ever seen. Every clip or story is going to lead to a 'Nuremburg 2.0'.  The chances of that happening are slim to none as wickedness increases heading into the Tribulation.  What is the reason for the antichrist being accepted by the world? We can see the obvious in Israel with him welcomed as the only 'friend' they will appear to have. But what about the rest of the world? About about people that are not religious at all, or weak in their faith? How do you get muslims, buddists, mormons, scientologists, and unrepentant athiests to revere and worship him in unison? The majority of people of any persuasion know Schwab & Harari, Gates & Fauci & Biden & Har...

As Bob and Petey and Jay lay on their stomachs in the ditch, surveying the bank of five large silos and their elevator house across the narrow valley, and the loaded truck driving away from them, a furrow appeared across Bob's brow. "Yeah, well, 'Feed a cold, starve a fever'; How about, 'feed your bros, starve your foes'. Those silos gotta go, boys. They're filling the bellies of the guys that are shooting at our boys. We can't get what's in them for our boys, but we can damn sure keep them from theirs. We're bringin' those sunsa*****es down." Jay had seen Bob pull off some pretty good jobs with limited resources in their short time together since they mobilized, but this was different. "Now just how do you think we're going to get enough boom juice to make THAT happen?" Bob wasn't easily phased. He dropped his binoculars and turned his focus to his lieutenant. "Patience, my boy, patience. Rome wasn't built in...

Well, not these days. I'm talking 60 years ago. Now every Tom, Dick, and Hillary will find a way to make it financially and legally impossible for you to do so. So let's get that out of the way first. This is all retrospective and nothing but wishful thinking.  The Cockshutt 20 and 20 Deluxe and Oliver Super 44 and 44o were built off a very straightforward formula:  Take a Clark rear end...  attach a cast engine tub frame or two long 'C' channel frame rails...  drop in an easy mounting Continental F140 flathead engine...  bolt in a Borg and Beck single clutch unit... add a Peerless radiator... Donaldson air cleaner and muffler...  a Cessna hydraulic pump...  a Ross or Saginaw steering gear... an Autolite electrical system... Guide head and work lights... Stewart Warner gauges... French & Hecht wheels... Goodyear or BF Goodrich rubber... build your own front axle and steering linkages... make your own 3 point hitch unit...  a steering column an...

  Speaking of tape and recordings, we also had our own Radio Station: F.A.R.T.. Our introductory jingle was, "Eff, Ayy, Arr, TEEEE... Sterr-e-Ohh, Cob-den!"  We adopted Cobden as our station's location because it sounded so much better in recording than "Queens Line" or "Foresters Falls"  even though they are the acknowledged and much revered Center of the Universe.  Or much maligned; it depends on who you ask. Anyway, I said the "Eff" and the "Arr", Cory said the "Ayy" and the "TEEEE", and we both chimed in on the " Sterr-e-Ohh, Cob-den!" We ran the mic to left and right in front of us as we recited the  " Sterr-e-Ohh" part to emphasize the rock'n'roll stereo nature of our station. "Cob-den" was said with a lower, Ted Baxter, newscaster voice to illustrate the inclusion of news content in our programming.  We mostly listened to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts in those days, so...