‘One Eye’s’ sittin’ by the fire with a two-eye cat, we’re keeping an eye on it (between the THREE of them). Here comes the retriever-dog, “Now don’t touch that cat, Boss! you’ll get the asian cat-germs, or feline kitty-flu..Whew!!” (sorry, ‘GOLDIE’). Outside, wind’s puffing up a storm. Cars are in full revolt, have to break the strike, there, make ’em go back to work. They don’t like to work in the snow..chains and all that; and even if they’re willing, the Nazi Department of Fascist Vehicular Communism’s – NDFVC (aka, Union of Totalitarian Diversity’s, or UTD..same as NKVD) – won’t let its members participate in unregulated regurgitations of interstate commerce’s, like, for example, drive to the store for milk and bread..some eggs (if the chickens don’t ‘chicken’ out because of, oh, whatever agency handles that). They have to have their fees paid for the permit’s process..plus whatever else; and all of the rest of it (got-chore ration book o’ ration-stamps?). So we live in this small town; and we have all our small town rights, here..like ZERO uv um. Yep. And so now the rest of the country is learning – like we had to, gradually, over half a lifetime’s span of years – that all the rights we can have is all the rights they want to give us (does not depend how you define IS). San Bernardino County (IS a place). All the sh** starts here; then it rolls downhill, uphill, through the canyons, over the hill and over the dale, eventually..hits the dusty trail, as the caissons go rol-ling a-long! Oh yeah, that’s, uh, –we are all real high spirited about all the junk from the county (you don’t want to see the paperwork, you don’t, trust me); we’re living in a Dostoevskian novel by the dump, it’s run by The County like everything else..as those tourists! go driving along (in new Tesla’s): “For it’s Hi! hi! Hee! in the field artillery, call out your numbers, –” boys..Yes, I am goo-wate-foe fo’ wiv-eeng in a fweeking tw0-ist twap foe fweecing da peep-hole’s who wants to go snow-bow-ding up and down the hee-ol, o! da wiv-wong day, –Hey! Wight, Wong? White (that’s my pwi-vo-idge, white, wight? wong). Ok. So now as I was saying, it all starts with The County, –of San Boo!no-dee-no; and next it’s what you get all across the rest of the country. First they try it here, and then they wait to see what crowd control measures are needed to make it work; and shortly, it’s federal rules, passed by the senate, signed by ‘the pwesident’, –wead Vice: “I want fwee-dom!” (yeahh, fweedumb is fwee, YAY! Kam-mie-hay-wiss..wet it wing); and ‘Jimmy’d into practice with the enforcement technique’s shipped here by chi-na, getting commenced..now! or installed (with soo-vay-wance). So do we have a government, still? or does a government got us? (not beinggoverned,bein’ranched,bi-da’humanbeans,dat’s’US’). So I have a friend, I just found about what happened with him..I didn’t even know he moved out of commiefornia, till today. Someone known to us who just started driving semi-trucks, cross-country – and all over the road getting stuck in mud – caught up with him, being jammed by a county, at his new residence in Bumfork, Saouf Far-o-lina (not his real state) and looks like it’s about the same place he just left (because of the left, –left-wing, knee-jerk..liberal commie-pinko non-beanery’s (read FAG’s; and if you can’t say anything nice about them don’t say nothing..about the Left-wing, knee-jerk liberal commie-pinko-fags). So..it all starts in sanbernardinocounty, here. Yep. Just like the FEEMAW camps (federal exemplars of economical machinations against a working-class) set up for the, uh, twuck-dwiving, –for instance. Yep..all of those – in, or out-of-staters – of whom, dey’s big-rig diesels does not comply wit’ de clean-air standards, out dere, on dee LEFT coast. Hey you! yeah, you..Mister Wannabe Truck-driver. You want to enjoy the fwee-dom of the open road? wit’ 18 wheels rollin’, 8-Track’s blaring CONVOY’s soun’track over all the C-B chit-chat’s modulating, an’ screaming Jake-brake’s thundering, over ‘n’ down the hill..Dale? Be my guest! This so-called government with its legions of sham lawyers scamming tax-pee’rs off all their FAKE legislation’s in Dee-cee during the ‘regualr’ business of congress over all the face of the earth does to your head what happens to ONE’s on a bad day in the movie SCANNERS, –Ka-blooey! yeah..Fweedom! great game of 3-CARD-molly spread over three pages left of your US CONSTITUTION (Bye, now.)