Hornady 11th edition.There is most assuredly no hurry. Oh, and I did find my ancient reloading book. Which one did you say was the new one to get?
Saintly person he is, he tries his damnedest the eh'p them to learn, but they won't listen.
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Hornady 11th edition.There is most assuredly no hurry. Oh, and I did find my ancient reloading book. Which one did you say was the new one to get?
Saintly person he is, he tries his damnedest the eh'p them to learn, but they won't listen.
Here's some stuff:
I'm perusing Drudge Report™ headlines and there it is, the annual obligatory (because of GlowBall Warning) experts predict the most active Hurricane Season in history! What's that movie where you wake up to the same day every day?
Indeed. Mr. Rittenberry has expressed an old sentiment well.https://poeticoutlaws.substack.com/...e&r=5pvln&triedRedirect=true&utm_medium=email
You’re Painfully Alive in a Drugged and Dying Culture
By: Erik Rittenberry
“It’s a disease. Nobody thinks or feels or cares anymore; nobody gets excited or believes in anything except their own comfortable little God damn mediocrity.”
— Richard Yates
Behind me is a society I, too, belong to—a society teetering on the edge of all-out madness. We, the people, seem to be half-asleep at the wheel and completely entangled in a web of false narratives and social delusions. Our semiconscious society of disenfranchised people is at war with each other over manufactured illusions and irrational beliefs. We are completely alienated from each other, our deeper selves, and the soil that sustains us.
“Every realm of society is permeated with falsity and falsification,” the great Henry Miller reminded us so many years ago. He’s still right—probably more so today.
Sitting here I can’t help but look up at the skies and ask — what the hell is happening to us as a species?
Most of the big cities are uninhabitable. Our communities have all but disintegrated as the pockets of our overlords have fattened. The vast array of self-help books that fly off the shelves daily haven’t helped us all too much. Money and an abundance of toys and possessions haven’t made us happy. The filters on our posing faces can’t disguise the truth of mortality.
Everyone is afraid. This once beautiful land is now a land of dread. Something is ending. We are at the precipice of something none of us understand.
How did we get here?
And so on . . . .
Indeed. Mr. Rittenberry has expressed an old sentiment well.
Lamb is not preferred here; human, sheep or sheeple...
Here it the church, here is the steeple,
Open the doors and see all the sheeple.
No wonder they require a shepherd to lead them as a flock.
Right over that metaphorical cliff...