Friday Jun 18, 2004
I threw out my back last night. We just brought home a small herd of
San Clemente (aka Channel Island) goats
from Orange county. Around midnight I was picking them up out of the back of the truck and putting them in their new pen. Afterwards, ouch! I must be getting old or something and my back is letting me know it. The buck here is around 75 pounds (34 kg) and was wiggling around a bit as I lifted him out of the truck. I'm sure he's the one who did it.
The entire herd had been abandoned, and some friends in Orange county were feeding them. The baby was born last week and is only about 10 inches (25 cm) tall. One other doe might be pregnant. They are a unique, rare breed, and look very deer-like.
I need to move some hay this afternoon, and those 120 pound (54.5 kg) bales of hay are looking big and heavy...
Friday Jun 18, 2004
3 reasons why I don't like the phrase “war on drugs”
or “war on terrorism”
Wars are real estate transactions gone bad. The goal to be
won is control over real estate.
Wars need armies to fight them. To gain wealth, you need
resources.
Wars need to end. People don't like war. War sucks. Anyone
who starts a war has a goal (real estate), assembles the resources
needed to gain the goal (army), and either wins or loses (ends the
war). With few exceptions, like the 100-year war, the goal should be
obtainable within a generation. The first question you should ask
when starting a war is “when will it be over? Soon?”
We've been in the “war on drugs” for over 20 years now.
I can't tell if we're winning, losing, who the armies are, what the
goal is, or when it will end. I'd love to declare victory, but
when?
Neither “war on drugs” nor the “war on
terrorism” involve real estate, armies, or an ending. I really
wish the politicians would use another term. War sucks.
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