Wee Willie Pitt: Decisions Are Made by Those Who Show Up & Drink Whiskey

[Ralph Wiggum]

Another horrid screed from the Wee one:

WilliamPitt (55,665 posts)

Decisions Are Made by Those Who Show Up
 
Decisions Are Made by Those Who Show Up
By William Rivers Pitt
Truthout | Op-Ed

Tuesday 05 November 2013

I don't know what you did today, but I stacked wood. Lots of it, and I'm only a quarter done.

See, I spent the better part of forty years living in various parts of Boston, hemorrhaging money out of every pocket and every pore because living in Boston is like losing the lottery, every day, a little at a time. It costs fifty bucks just to walk out the front door in that town. It's my favorite place in the world, don't misunderstand me - if, in the fullness of time, I find myself living on Neptune, I will reply, when asked where I'm from, "Go Red Sox" - but gadzooks, is it pricey.

So I got married, and then my daughter came along, and all of a sudden, spending a massive pile each month between rent, utilities, food, gas and the occasional new shirt seemed excessive after baby expenses were added to the mix. Long story short: it was time to go. After a flurry of packing and a caravan of friends with large trucks, we found ourselves in a wonderful house at the far end of five miles of dirt road, embraced by New Hampshire forest that seems to have no end.

Which is why I spent today stacking wood. The furnace here is half oil-burning, half wood-burning, and a quick check on oil prices combined with some very simple math convinced us that we will save eleventy zillion dollars this year by deploying the wood-burning portion of the equation as soon as is feasible...and so, a few days ago, a couple of very large trucks dumped four cords of wood into the back yard in a giant, untidy pile.

Today, I stacked wood. I pulled on my rawhide gloves, fortified myself with some fine Irish whiskey, and built a proper cord: 4 x 4 x 8, part exercise program, part architecture project, part geometry problem, wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow after wheelbarrow, until it was high and tight and just right. You could hit the stack I built today with an Exocet missile, and the missile would go running to its mother with a bloody nose.

One log at a time, this way and that, this way and that, with plenty of space left for it all to breathe, until there was at the end a structure made from sweat (and a little whiskey) I could be proud of, and could go to school on to build the other three that were waiting to be formed out of the untidy pile in the yard. I would have gotten a start on the second cord, but the sun dove out of sight like it did something wrong. It was the first time in my life that Daylight Savings Time actively pissed me off.

The nifty thing about work like that, in the cold, northern air, is the time it gives you to think.

There I was, rolling the wheelbarrow to the woodpile, filling it up, toting it over to the spot I picked to build the cord, unloading it one splintery log at a time, being careful with each placement to find the right spot for each log, so that each individual piece would strengthen the main, and then going back to repeat the process, and again, and again, and again, until I had constructed something that was beautiful because it existed, strong because of how it was made, and a perfect good because it would sustain my family even in the darkest of days.

This is politics, I realized as I laid down the last pieces of that first part of the process. This, right here, is power.

The rest: http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/19833-william-rivers-pitt-decisions-are-made-by-those-who-show-up

[Chris_]

The rest: http://www.truth-out.org/...made-by-those-who-show-up

There's more??

[Ralph Wiggum]

There's more??

Sadly, yes.  Just as banal and preachy as what he posted at the DUmp:

One year from today, every single seat in the House of Representatives will be up for a vote, as will a third of the Senate, a pile of Governor's offices, and hundreds of legislative offices in every state. Because it is not a presidential election year, maybe 35 percent of the eligible voters in the country will show up to vote in an election that will, in every meaningful way, decide who will be running the entire country.

All you need to see in order to understand just how poorly that level of voter turnout has been working out for each and every one of us is the front page of any newspaper in America. War, unemployment, government shutdown, economic chaos, dead kids because of guns...yeah, all that, because of that.

The only people stacking logs in America right now are the ones who think women's rights don't count, who think warfare is a sustainable economic engine because they're the ones making the money from it, who think Wall Street and industry should be untouchable, who think taxes are evil even as they feast like vampires upon the open vein of government largesse...and a substantial majority of the 35 percent that will vote next year have been irretrievably convinced of this, and will vote to sustain it even as it guts their future.

Someone once said that decisions are made by those who show up.

When 70 percent of the country does not do so, we get this mess.

I spent today stacking wood, one log at a time, each in its place, again and again, until a structure was built that will sustain my family no matter how hard the winter winds may blow. If I only did 35 percent of the job, I'd be a pretty profound jackass, and a lazy hypocrite besides, if I complained about the lack of heat come February.

Stack the wood.

[Carl]

Does this make any sense to anybody? 

[BlueStateSaint]

Does this make any sense to anybody? 

It doesn't sound as if he's voting.

[Dori]

I wonder what took longer........writing that or stacking the wood.

[Purple Sage]

Isn't he concerned for the trees?  The CO2 emission from the burning wood?  The particulate matter in his home that will be breathed by his children and those beyond?

Is this an okay for me but not for thee scenario?  Or is it now okay to burn wood?  If so, they need to tell this to the two DUmmies that live two doors down from me that are incensed my my fireplaces and fire pot going at full roar all winter long.

And no, it made no sense.

[fatboy]

Can't wait when he finds out that 4 cords of wood will only last half the winter. And that You have to clean out the monster every couple of days. And it takes a "while" before the snow plow makes it to the end of 5 miles of dirt road.

And you need the following: A pick up truck with 4 wheel drive (not what the tree huggers will approve of), a rifle to chase off the bears, a pistol to chase off the crazed druggie rumminging through the pitsters bunker for some Irish whisky to wet his wistle. And the nearest store stocking pampers is 15 miles away.

And I guess his bouncer gig is over for now?

[beefeater]

and the missile would go running to its mother with a bloody nose.

Didn't Pitt run home to be near Mom, DUmmie Raven?

I understand that she still controls the purse strings until Wille reaches adulthood.

[BlueStateSaint]

Can't wait when he finds out that 4 cords of wood will only last half the winter. And that You have to clean out the monster every couple of days. And it takes a "while" before the snow plow makes it to the end of 5 miles of dirt road.

And you need the following: A pick up truck with 4 wheel drive (not what the tree huggers will approve of), a rifle to chase off the bears, a pistol to chase off the crazed druggie rumminging through the pitsters bunker for some Irish whisky to wet his wistle. And the nearest store stocking pampers is 15 miles away.

And I guess his bouncer gig is over for now?

The wood is for a new bar he Mommy Raven is building for him.

[JakeStyle]

He pulled on his rawhide gloves...
 

[Purple Sage]

Can't wait when he finds out that 4 cords of wood will only last half the winter. And that You have to clean out the monster every couple of days. And it takes a "while" before the snow plow makes it to the end of 5 miles of dirt road.

And you need the following: A pick up truck with 4 wheel drive (not what the tree huggers will approve of), a rifle to chase off the bears, a pistol to chase off the crazed druggie rumminging through the pitsters bunker for some Irish whisky to wet his wistle. And the nearest store stocking pampers is 15 miles away.

just picturing it.  What I would give to get a streaming cam out there to watch the entertainment!

[Skul]

Does this make any sense to anybody? 

This part does.

See, I spent the better part of forty years living in various parts of Boston, hemorrhaging money out of every pocket and every pore because living in Boston is like losing the lottery, every day, a little at a time. It costs fifty bucks just to walk out the front door in that town.

Even the drunkard can't stand liberal minded cities. Pittstain should be happy and proud to support all those socialist programs Baaahstan has.

[Chris_]

This part does.  Even the drunkard can't stand liberal minded cities. Pittstain should be happy and proud to support all those socialist programs Baaahstan has.

And he'll bring his shitass voting with him, turning his little corner of NH even bluer.

[fatboy]

He pulled on his rawhide gloves...
 

Picture the deer and the antelope linned up at the tree line watching, snickering and generally making fun at the sight of the pitt's bald head turning red as he stacks his wood.....just so.

[landofconfusion80]

just picturing it.  What I would give to get a streaming cam out there to watch the entertainment!

Don't know how entertaining it would be to watch a body decompose over the course of a few months.  I take that back, the bear chasing and eventual mauling would be pretty spectacular.

[beefeater]

Comment left at TroofOut for Willy...





http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/19833-william-rivers-pitt-decisions-are-made-by-those-who-show-up

[Skul]

Comment left at TroofOut for Willy...



http://www.truth-out.org/opinion/item/19833-william-rivers-pitt-decisions-are-made-by-those-who-show-up

You didn't. 

[Gern]

WilliamPitt (55,665 posts)

embraced by New Hampshire forest that seems to have no end.

Get out of my state, you prick.  Go back to The People's Democratic Republic of Massachusetts with your sniveling leftist cronies, and vote yourselves more tax increases.

I'm sorry--your screed reeks of Jeremiah Johnsonesque pretentiousness.  A city boy like you has no clue about being self sufficient--despite your misguided, virulent anti-gun stance, I strongly suggest you purchase a shotgun.

If a black bear pays a visit to your back deck and peers inside your slider you won't have time to call the police, you ****ing sissy.  You'll need that twelve gauge to protect your newborn or that bear will eat her like a cocktail weenie.  Amazing to think how pro-gun you'll suddenly become.
 

[Ralph Wiggum]

Didn't Pitt run home to be near Mom, DUmmie Raven?

I understand that she still controls the purse strings until Willie reaches adulthood.

Which will be never.