Things You Must Accept

I know I live on a farm, and as such, things die. They die and their deaths have no meaning. One month ago I had 30 baby chicks, 3 cows and 2 goats. Now, I have no baby chicks, 1 cow and 1 goat. I found Bessie this morning and held Fillet Mignon this afternoon while he died. The goat will be dead by morning. The chickens froze to death or died from illness caused by cold that I couldn't prevent because there was no electric. The cows were all alive Tuesday morning, but died of pneumonia, also because there was no electricity for so long. One died last night that I found this morning and this afternoon another died while I did everything I could to keep him alive. I was petting him and stroking him while he died. The goat will die in the night and there is nothing I can do about.

Their deaths had no meaning and no purpose and were a waste. But thus is life on the farm.

So I've had ONE glass of wine that was refilled a few times tonight. I'm thinking about adding a couple beers to that wine.

In the morning I will watch while my other cow is lifted by a tractor and taken to the edge of my property and left for the coyotes and scavengers to eat.

And it pisses me the hell off.

Thank you, Obama, for the 100 generators you sent for the 500,000 homes without electric. Go to hell. But please screw yourself first. Your overwhelming amount of support at the black tie dinner you attended while my fellow Kentuckians FROZE TO DEATH WITHOUT HEAT will forever be etched into my mind. I hope you had a great valentines' f*cking dinner in Chicago at the cost of the American taxes payer.

Again, go to hell.


Peace Out,

~*~*~Krystal~*~*~