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Green and More Green

Posted in What I did last Week with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 10, 2011 by waggtagg
One of the largest tractors made here in Germany is the Fendt 828 Vario, and AGCO, the parent company, calls its color grüne tannenbaum.  That translates a greener than green Christmas tree – but most people who sing Christmas carols knew that little bit of nostalgia.

The ultimate piece of farm equiptment - Fendt 828 Vario

I was at the Horse International Fair in Riem this past weekend and saw some exquisite horses.  Everything from Holland’s Barok Friesen to Arabian horses from Oman clad in full traditional tack.  The Oman women riders were draped in jewel toned silk chiffon over what I would call harem pants, with gold and silver adorning their arms.  The eye candy was quite a feast.  The sound of all those silver coins rattling on the reins and halters of more than 20 horses and the thundering hooves as they raced by the grandstand was absolutely breathtaking.  It was an experience to stir even the most sedentary folk to relish dreams of wanderlust.  The women riders were, of course, beautiful.  The guys – well, let’s just say Rudolph Valentino had them beat by hundreds of miles.  Remind me to tell you some day about my grandfather who wanted to become a movie star.

But, I do digress.

How does a Fendt 828 Vario fit into this horse fair?  Good question.  People who own horses here in Germany take this ownership seriously.  Many have castles with loads of land for these horses to graze.  And, if that is not in the picture, they surely have a large farm that supports their horse hobby.  So how does one farm in Germany?  With a big fat-assed Fendt 828 Vario.  That’s how!

Turning almost on a dime, but oh so nice to set the GPS and let 'er go. Each new row has the exact spacing all down the line.

This piece of farm equipment is the Rolls Royce among tractors.  My best impression – was of course – the SIZE of this green monster.  That front tire with fender is taller than my 5’5”, and if size and engine umph isn’t enough, this tractor is outfitted with all the bells and whistles any farmer ever dream of owning in his prize tractor.

The most impressive thingy – the onboard computer with a touch screen monitor.  And there are more levers, pedals, and buttons than stops found on a cathedral pipe organ containing six manuals, 460 ranks, 490 registers, and more than 24,000 pipes.  How’s that for hyperbole?  It would take weeks, maybe months if the farmer is a slow maze learner, to get the hang of all those controls.  I never met an SML farmer in my lifetime.  And, if I did, they were not in business very long.

The Fendt 828 Vario’s cabin is not as complicated as a Boeing 777 cockpit, but still just as amazing.  It couldn’t land itself at DFW, but it can certainly follow GPS inputs and keep the furrows an exact distance from the last one plowed with each new turn and swipe of the land.

Then there’s a computerized broadcasting system, and no that not like a radio station, to deliver just the right amount of whatever it is the farmer is up to at that moment.

I would be amiss if I didn’t mention the cab of this green beast.  The three-point suspension takes away almost all the vibration, and as if that were not enough for Fendt, they even built integral self-leveling into the cab design.  The cab also has full climate control.  How’s that so fantastic?  Well, in this tractor’s cab is the cat seat.  This cushy seat has its own climate control settings.  That’s right.  Just like my Mamma’s Cadillac that can warm the sweet bippie for that cold winter morning in the Texas Panhandle, plus, cooling in the summer.  I have yet to own an automobile that does both.  Maybe next year. . .

Sunup to sundown, the Fendt 828 Vario is a workhorse worth its weight in gold.

There are a whole lot of other features on this green beast, and I sure hope ya’ll get down to your dealership to see this piece of equipment.  Such a deal!  Makes me think of the guy who ordered lunch, and then asked for an extra napkin.  The cashier looked at him and said, “All that and a bag of chips too!”  And all ‘that’ for a mere 195,000 €.  That is $282,050 at today’s exchange rate.  I wonder what shipping and handling would add to that price?  But, if I were shopping for this tractor dream, I probably wouldn’t be worried about shipping costs.  That old addage – if you have to ask you can’t afford it applies 100 fold here.

Well I think I just might check out the Starnberg Lake farm that breeds the Barok Friesen horses.  They sell from 1,500 to 15,000 €.  Loveable, versatile, and they are hay burners as opposed to petrol burners.  So what if I have to pick the mane and tail, and invest a few bucks in hair scrunchies for the forelock?  Look at this beauty!  What’s not to like?  Uh, make that LOVE!

Agile, brave, strong, and gentle. The Barok Friesen is a breed for riding as well as driving.

I know, I know!  That’s stepping back a full century from the industrial age, but let’s face it.  In today’s world, some of us may decide to ditch our Cadillac and take up driving buggies with beautiful hay burners.  Owning a Barok Friesen to ride and drive is high style.  They don’t call those high energy, beautiful babies the ‘Black Pearl’ for nothing.

Now all that said, for my 1/8 acre garden, I surely do not need a Barok Friesen or a Fendt 828 Vario.  But in the meantime, all ya’ll farmers out there – Fendt 828 Vario – it’s the BOMB in farm equipment.  You bettcha!

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Letter to Lona-Ruth

Posted in All About Craziness on June 2, 2011 by waggtagg

Well!  Isn’t that just dandy.  My hubby is flying in from Munich via Atlanta to Dallas today!  I was worried about the blasted Icelandic volcano and its ash cloud!

A friend wrote telling me about the turbulent Texas weather, and asked if I missed it.  No I do not miss it at all.

Did I ever tell you my dream about DFW and three tornados?

I was coming in from the American Airlines headquarters onto the airport freeway toward Euless on my way home to Grapevine.  Suddenly I saw three tornados.  Two over the north end of the airport and one over the southern end of Euless.  I pulled into a parking lot and got out of my car and walked into a cinderblock building for safety.  I was in a long hall, and I went to the first door on my right.  There was a bearded man in coveralls who looked like St. Nick.  He was working with two pulleys hung from the ceiling, and smiled at me as I walked in.

I asked if I could stay inside the building until the storm blew over.  He said, “Yes that will be just fine.”  I then mentioned that there were several men and women outside at the end of the building taking a coffee break, and that I wanted to let them know that a storm was coming.  The fellow said, “That’s a good idea.”  He winked at me with a knowing look and went back to his work.

I walked to the end of the hall, opened the door and there, not more than 200 feet away was a huge funnel cloud coming straight on toward the building.

“Come inside where it is safe,’ I said as I motioned toward the door.  “Please come in where it’s safe.”

They laughed and continued their conversations.  I shrugged in disbelief and walked back into the building, but just as I closed the door the tornado burst through the wall.  Cinderblocks flew in all directions, while dirt, rain, and thunder all meshed together as the wind whipped violently through the wall.

I turned, faced the whirling, deafening wind and stood with feet shoulder width apart, held up my hands and said, “By the power and authority of Jesus Christ, be still.”

Immediately the funnel cloud stopped in its path and began to churned slowly.  Just as suddenly as it tore through the wall it stood still.  The dirt hung suspended within the hole in the wall and looked like the black bottom of a cracked, dried lake bed.

I suddenly found myself awake and was completely flabbergasted… and I still am!  Someday, I’ll relate the definition of this dream.  In the mean time, just know this:  It was quite a ride!

More later, and until then,

Much Love and Many Graces,

Read It and Bawl

Posted in All About Craziness on June 2, 2011 by waggtagg

If you have not read this, I suggest you hurry up and do just that.

Goodbye, Fourth Amendment

THE SUPREME Court of Indiana ruled
last week
that “a right to resist an unlawful police entry into a  home is against public policy and is incompatible with modern Fourth Amendment jurisprudence.” In other words, if police break in your door without a warrant, either let them in or go to jail for resisting and try to prove yourself innocent later.

This ruling overturns common law dating back nearly 800 years, to the English Magna Carta of 1215. It effectively strikes down the Fourth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution. And with the development of new high-tech surveillance tools, we’re coming very close to the total surveillance state described in 1984, Eagle Eye, and Enemy of the State. (Taken from some place I can’t remember or find. . . Sorry.)

FYI: 

Fourth Amendment:
The right of the people to be secure in their persons, houses, papers, and effects, against unreasonable searches and seizures, shall not be violated, and no Warrants shall issue, but upon probable cause, supported by Oath or affirmation, and particularly describing the place to be searched, and the persons or things to be seized.

For all intents and purposes, this right is now gone, and we as a body of U.S. citizens are dead in the water.  Welcome to ‘big government will take care of me from Cradle to Grave,’ and the ‘police state.’  By allowing government agencies to ‘protect’ us from drug lords, pedophiles, murderers, etc., we must accept intrusive search and seizure.  Why?  What judge said that was necessary?  Who gave an oath or affirmed that such tactics were the only means to gain access to information?  Who passed legislature rendering the Fourth Amendment of the U.S. Constitution null and void.  Who authorized the police, FBI, S.W.A.T. teams, TSA, etc., the right to search, seize, violate my body, my private documents, my private possessions and then haul me off to jail, put me on a no-fly list, and brand me a dangerous person if I dare to protest?

Who indeed?  A rogue, tyrannical government that uses the Hegelian Dialectic to get their way.  Their way meaning the New World Order. We are almost at that point of no return.  Benjamin Franklin warned against just such men when he said, “Those who would give up Essential Liberty to purchase a little Temporary Safety, deserve neither Liberty nor Safety.”

Why is it important to understand the Hegelian Dialectic?  Because it is the process by which all change is being accomplished in our society today.  It is the tool used by the globalists to manipulate the hearts and minds of the average American.  To trick the
U.S. citizens to accept changes which would normally be refused totally and completely.  Read the rest of this interesting article, and learn why this is so very dangerous to our freedom, liberty, our constitution, and our hope for the future: http://bearwitness.info/Hegeliandialectic.aspx

And now on a similar situation, we have a pack of spineless Texas Senators who caved when the U.S. District Attorney John Murphy sent a letter telling the Senate that they better ‘kill the bill or else.’  What bill was that?  H.B. 1937 that would have stopped the TSA from invasive groping practices and making them liable to prosecution if they violated this Texas law.

Mr. John Murphy simply threatened the Senate with TSA flight cancellations if that body of goons couldn’t vouch for the safety of all passengers.  Essential liberties pitched for temporary safety, and the Hegelian Dialectic in full regalia.  Right here in the State of Texas.

All that and a bag of chips too!  My oh My!  My dander flew yesterday, and I gave my Senator and Representative’s office staff an ear full.

But, it is too late.  The Texas Legislature session for 2011 ended yesterday.  The next session will be convened in 2013.  Never mind that  Governor Perry could, if he wanted to, call a special session. . .  Wonder what it would take to make him ‘want to?’  A better question might be, would Lt. Governor Dewhurst balk and play a game of chicken, leaving the state with a train wreck?

Ah life!  Ah freedom, liberty, security. . .  Succumbed to yet another semi quasi Hegelian Dialectic.  Thank you Senator Dewhurst!

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