You filthy fucking Commie oppressive swine. Have your big military parades through the capital square, while your people suffer to survive with your boot on their necks.
But be forewarned, as someone whose entire military enlistment consisted of anti-commie doctrine and being ready to make war on those motherfuckers, I would thoroughly enjoy killing one or many Commies on this and every May 1st.
In this post the other day I highlighted the high fire danger conditions around my home and the region. I am pleased to report that thanks to the over 3 1/2" of rain we received (with higher rain amounts in the CT river valley) in the last 24 hours, the spring wild fire season may be completely over. The leaf canopy and green ground cover is going to explode when the sun comes up. Also, the water levels in the rivers, streams, ponds, and swamps are way up. This means plenty of water supply for rural firefighting operations. Fishing will improve in the next few days too.
Otherwise known as Earf Day. Every April 22nd for now 53 years. I remember the first one when I was in the second grade. Air, land, and water pollution was the big focus. We were preached to not to litter. Are you old enough to remember this weeping Indian commercial?
In modern America, pollution had pretty much been eradicated, at least until every Branch Covidian started wearing and then tossing masks and gloves everywhere. In Third World hell holes though, not so much. Open smokestacks, dumping in waterways, no HAZMAT mitigation, open sewers, etc. Yet somehow, WE AMERICANS need to pay more of our hard earned income and wealth to magically save the planet from their transgressions!
NEWSFLASH: the planet doesn't need our "saving." We can not permanently damage the planet, nor do we have the power to save it if it is to be destroyed by natural means (like by the SMOD).
It is like a fucking religion to these greenie environazis. But they are not truly green. Nor are they religious. If they were religious, they would understand that the planet is a gift from God for us to use, and over the centuries we have learned to be more responsible. In the meantime, the planet has healed from our past carelessness. No, they are watermelons. Green on the outside, but deep COMMIE RED on the inside, and as intelligent as the fruit itself.
The fire danger in Kommiecticut (actually most of southern New England) has been anywhere from "High" to "Extreme" with RED FLAG WARNINGS for the past few weeks. I receive the daily fire danger alert from the state via email. If there is a day of rain, the danger may go to low for one day, but on the next day it goes back to "HIGH" and continues up until the next rain. There have been many fires in the region and several I have personally worked. There was a 700 acre fire in Rhode Island that looked like a fire from out west that required help from CT & MA. Our fires never get into the trees like that requiring air drops, but that one did. The next couple of photos are from one my department fought along a town hiking trail. When we got the call it was reported as 10' x 10'. I was on duty that day and got there first with our brush truck, finding an area that was now 100' x 100' with a roaring fire spreading fast. We put it out with a total of six guys and 2,000 gallons of water from two of our engines. When all was said and done it was more than an acre. Normally a dirt strip will stop it, but as you can see it went right across the hiking trail burning both sides. In the last photo, the fire was on a hilltop a few hundred feet in off the road. Smelly, dirty, and soaking wet when you are done.
My house is surrounded by woods and for the most part has a wide WUI (wildland-urban interface) barrier except for the west side facing the road. That is a thin strip of grass and in the summer also has a thick lush green area of ferns and ground cover. However, everything is just starting to grow so the ground is still covered with dry cured fuels that burn ferociously.
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| Our front porch which sees lots of use in warm weather |
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| Looking down the steep hill from the porch towards the road. |
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| The front of the house from the driveway |
As you can see, the woods are pretty close to the front of the house. All it would take is some fucktard driving by to flick a cigarette butt out the window to light off my front woods. Under normal conditions that is not an issue. Once the tree canopy shades the forest floor, the ground cover holds the moisture and prevents fire spread. Right now, the sun is shining right through and baking everything on the ground making it super flammable. Therefore, once in the morning and once in the evening, the entire area 20-30 feet from the grass line out is wet down with what we in the fire service call "The Green Line" meaning a garden hose. Doing it twice a day will allow the water to soak through enough to slow if not halt fire spread. This coming Sunday we are supposed to get significant rain, so with this area pre-wetted down, the rain should really soak through and not just run off down the hill. Luckily we have not suffered through the decades of drought like Kommiefornia and are allowed to clear and mange our forests. I have a pile of stuff to burn out back once the fire danger lessens.
In yesterday's post about my Rhodesian Ridgeback Eli's birthday, I mentioned he won a dog show. The official photo came in the mail. I cropped it out for SafeSECS to eliminate the judge and my wife's faces, but there is my Handsome Boy in a show stance.
We normally keep our dogs lean, so you can just make out their ribs. But my wife was told that judges don't care for that look, so we have upped his meal portions to bulk him up and it seemed to work this time.
All because of YOU.... Glen Filthie! 😆
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