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Days of extreme mental illness and a $40 trillion dollar national debt

I keep listening to Karen Dalton and thinking back to that day in mid-October last year riding those dirt roads in the rain in timber easement out behind Horseshoe Lake stoned out of my mind in those final big trip that I took Big Red on.

Two hundred – dirty eight dollars in my bank account, 💵 is all that left as I look at my Ford F-350 SuperDuty from the window of my $800 a month apartment of the past 20 years that is so diapolated there are literally cracks in the walls that show the daylight, that I swear I will sort of patch with some expanding foam and plaster so it doesn’t loose every drop of the 48 degrees I heat my apartment this winter to keep the pipes from freezing, as I climb under my electric blanket at 6:30 PM each night after riding my mountain bike home from work.

I was up at like 4:30 AM or something this morning, 😩 immediately regretting my decision to stay in town this weekend as it’s going to be wet especially on Sunday and not particularly hot and summer like as I had hoped to get away one last time, be fully off-the-grid at least in a cellphone sense, be floating down the East Canada Creek completed stoned out of my mind, 😶‍🌫️ and riding my mountain bike to Potholers to sip more beer and smoke more weed. Not that I have much left.

But I plan to get into the office pretty early this morning, ⏰ leaving as soon as I shower shortly, sometime around 7:30 or 8 am to get caught up state work and run some Census numbers, before heading over to the campaign committee this afternoon to make more lists of lists, and run other endless database queries. 💾 You know shit like that, which I’ll be doing tomorrow too, rather then giggling to the Dire Wolf 🐺 up at the Potholers, dreaming of those days with the cabin 🛖 with the burn barrel 🛢️ and hogs grunting 🐷 out back. Yes, even burn the plastic. That’s what I told myself as I tossed that empty yogurt container in the trash, soon enough I’ll turn it into CO2 though not this weekend.

Went out to Five Rivers 🐸 after work, that is once I finally got out of the office. Gets dark out so dang early, autumn is coming, but so is all the color as the wildflowers 🌻 fade along. Been listening to Sarah Goodyear’s Life After Cars, an audio book by the same author as the War on Cars on Podcast. 📙 But I thought you were a sad desprate invidividual with a Ford F-350 SuperDuty, yeah, but I do ride my somewhat beat mountain bike to work. After all, I do only have $238 bucks remaining not including that other million or so investments that someday will pay for said land that will give me enough buffer in case any of my trash fires 🔥 make a lot of black smoke or the cows smell like cows. 🐮 Well, I better get on the bike, 🚴 because I got to go to work and make some money. Because the federal government is $40 trillion in debt, 💰 and taxes are going up so Cousin Vinnie at the local piggery, police 🚨 I mean police department can hire his imbred nephew to stick his dick out his window and check to make sure you’re not speeding, not colored or poor so you own a truck so old that it doesn’t have Android Auto so your touching your phone while motoring. 🛺 And Rainy Day Women, as I was singing at Horseshoe Lake back in 2025 in all those colorful autumn days. 🍂

Map: Severence Hill Trail
Map: Gilman Lake

Big Oil and Politicians Are Rigging the Grid Against Common Sense 🌞

It seems like every day when I open my social media it’s one article after another about how renewable energy is ruining our communities. How solar is ruining perfectly good farm land, how wind is incompatible with the rural landscape. How climate change is fake, something we should doubt. it comes to the energy powering our homes and barns, common sense has been thrown right out the window. Big Oil and corporate gas interests have spent decades pulling the wool over our eyes, turning a simple conversation about clean air and locally generated, clean power into a knockdown, drag-out political culture war. 

For years, these massive energy conglomerates have been running a slick operation. They realized that if folks started putting up solar panels on their roofs or wind turbines in their pastures, the big utilities would stop getting those fat monthly checks. So, what did they do? They went to Washington, teamed up with Donald Trump and the Republican Party, and turned clean energy into a political boogeyman. 

Suddenly, we started hearing wild tales from the top. We had Trump out there claiming wind turbines destroy property values or just flat out don’t work when the wind stops blowing. It became a regular talking point to say that caring about the environment was just an “elitist” agenda designed to kill jobs. But let’s look at the facts. It wasn’t about protecting our jobs at all; it was about protecting their bottom line. They took a technical piece of machinery—a wind turbine or a solar panel—and turned it into a political loyalty test. If you liked clean power, they wanted you to feel like you weren’t part of the club. 

While they were busy feeding folks those lines on TV, they were doing the real dirty work behind closed doors. The Trump administration pushed hard for “energy dominance,” which is just a fancy way of saying they fast-tracked oil leases and pipeline permits while putting the brakes on renewables. They slapped heavy tariffs on imported solar parts, making it more expensive for a regular guy to get a setup running on his land. 

It gets worse when you look at the local level. Right now, Big Oil is lobbying state politicians to kill Renewable Portfolio Standards—those are the goals that force power companies to clean up their act. Even down on the farm, if you try to hook up rooftop solar to the grid, conservative lawmakers in plenty of states have pushed through massive “grid access” fees. They are literally penalizing you for making your own power. Then they turn around and tell you that natural gas is a necessary “bridge fuel,” just so they can build more pipelines and lock us into their system for another fifty years. All the while, they keep pocketing trillions in government subsidies. 

The truth is simple: we are being conned. Independent power from the sun and the wind should be a country boy’s dream. It means self-reliance, lower bills, and not being beholden to some massive utility company or foreign oil market. But as long as big carbon interests and their political allies can keep us divided and arguing over culture wars, they get to keep the game rigged. It’s time to stop listening to the noise, see the hustle for what it is, and build an energy system that actually serves the people doing the heavy lifting. 

SVGZ Graphic: Control of State Government - By Percentage of US Population
SVGZ Graphic: State Legislature Representation

Summer is rapidly drawing to a close as autumn approaches

In less then a week and a half I will be making that early morning trip up to Speculator to hopefully get that campsite on Hardwood Hill to work remote and spend Labor Day Weekend camping up there. Maybe it will be warm enough to float on Jessup River by the bridge, but the truth is the summer is rapidly drawing to a close. Sunset will be 7:27 PM on September, the average high only in mid 70s, and dusk six minutes before 8 PM.

The public beaches and pools close on Labor Day. And much beyond then the creeks get cool for swimming and floating, even if there are still some warm days remaining. But there are still adventures to do. I am thinking of possibly hiking Snowy Mountain over Labor Day Weekend, first time I’ve done that. Remote work and camping from Rennselearville State Forest and Prospect Mountain Road in Vermont’s Green Mountain National Forest. Maybe a fall trip back to Speculator and Hardwood Hill for the last week of September. And then maybe Charles Baker and Lost Pond for Columbus Day Weekend.

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