Can a flag be evil?

If there was no such thing as a Confederate Battle Flag, the f*ckhead (who does not deserve to be named) who killed people in a church in Charleston, South Carolina, would have still killed those people.

That flag did not make him a racist – God only knows what evil lurked in that tiny mind, but the flag did not make him a racist killer.

Perhaps you have not noticed, but the people of South Carolina, all colors, have embraced each other. This does not surprise me one bit. I spent many weeks in Columbia, South Carolina over a two year period, and coming from St. Louis and Kansas City, I was frankly surprised that the racism I was always told about by the media was just not in South Carolina.

There is much more racism in Kansas City and St. Louis. Both of those cities are donut cities – minorities live in the inner city, and the white people live in the majority of the suburbs.

In Columbia and Charleston, people live next to each other. It does not matter what color they are.

The hospital I did some installations for had people of all kinds of backgrounds. African American, Indian (Eastern Asia Indian) American, beige people of all backgrounds, and there were people of all persuasions in management positions.

And most interestingly, everyone went out to lunch together. This is completely not like Kansas City or St. Louis or Chicago, where different colors stay away from each other.

But now, a lot of rather ignorant people, are throwing around all kinds of accusations of racism aimed solely at Southerners.

And they are wrong. And they need to do some thinking about their own bigotry against people who live in a different part of the country than they.

Look at Baltimore – New York City – Chicago, St. Louis (Ferguson) and Kansas City – these are all cities north of the Mason Dixon line, and there is a ton of racial strife there.

So seriously, don’t start calling all the people who live in the South, “Bubbas”.
Don’t assume that everyone belongs to the KKK – they don’t. There are probably more white supremacists in Montana than in all of the South.

This is the flag flying over the capital building in South Carolina.

This is the flag flying over the capital building in South Carolina.

Goat photos

Busy, busy, busy and hot, hot, hot.  I’m very remiss at posting.  It’s much harder to get back into the rhythm of bogging every day than I ever imagined.

Of course, crappy internet access has to take part of the blame.  Phooey.

So here are some pictures to ease you into the week.

The two new kids hanging out with Ben's mom.

The two new kids hanging out with Ben’s mom.

Ben Carson's baby picture.

Ben Carson’s baby picture.

Three goats going for an evening stroll.

Three goats going for an evening stroll.

Sweet Stormy in wild flowers, aka weeds.

Sweet Stormy in wild flowers, aka weeds.

The Pecking Disorder: Social Justice Warriors Gone Wild

Worth reading. The crazy that is much of the leftist world at this point in time.

University of California-Merced sociologist Tanya Bolash-Goza, who accepts the social justice left’s view of pervasive structural racism in America, points out that the term “white privilege” turns what should be the norm for all—not being harassed by cops or eyed suspiciously by shop owners—into a special advantage unfairly enjoyed by whites. (Indeed, in its dictionary meaning, “privilege” refers to rights or benefits possessed by the select, not by the majority.) This language speaks not to black betterment but to white guilt. It also erases the fact that the “privilege” extends to many non-white groups, such as Asians.

via The Pecking Disorder: Social Justice Warriors Gone Wild.

Clean wool

I found this fleece in a trash bag in my studio.  It was given to me by a nice young man who borrowed one of my bucks about 2 years ago for breeding. It came out looking pretty nice.

The weather has been extremely wet for a couple of weeks.  A lot of nearby areas are flooding.  Fortunately, we are up on a ridge, so our house and barn are dry – but the ground is super squishy.

The sun finally made an appearance this afternoon, and it is beautiful.

backyard

Even Suellen, our annoying little terrier mix, is enjoying the weather.

suellen keeps an eye out

Fiber Stuff

I have started going through my fiber stash, which is massive, in search of inspiration for projects or for sales.

I realize that I have a pounds and pounds and pounds of nice, washed mohair.  I need to package it and sell it.  I’ll likely dye a lot of it and sell it that way.

I also have some not so great mohair.  I will wash that and use it for the core of my wool (now mohair and wool) dryer balls.

I found several sheep fleeces – breed unknown.  I started washing one tonight, and it is the kind of thing I can do a bit at a time and let it soak while I’m doing other stuff … and the good wool I’ll use for nuno felting or needle felting, and the so-so wool I’ll use as the top for the wool dryer balls.

Oh, yes, I need to spin.  I have started some really pretty tailspun yarn using wool as the core, and dyed mohair for the tails.  I just need to finish that.

And I found several alpaca fleeces – one white, one brown, one black, that need washing and then decide what to do with them.

Once I get some of my current fiber stash whittled down and processed and sold, I want to buy some nice merino wool roving from dyeing.  I have a great resource for this, a lovely woman who markets a lot of different fibers.

I also need to find out how to get an official number of some sort, so I can buy at the wholesale level.

All of this while taking care of my precious goaties, horses, dogs, cats, etc., etc,. etc.!!

I have got to force myself to post every darn day!

We have a new member of the Castle Argghhh Farm Angora Goat herd.  Marco was born on June 2nd to Lindo.  Both mother and son are doing well.  But they have been stuck inside because we have been having monsoon-like rains for the past week or so.
Lindo and Marco

The skies have been cloudy for days, with lots and lots and lots and lots of rain.  As a result, the grass in the pastures and hayfields is really high, but the ground is very squishy.

Willie and Petey like the lushness of the spring grass, but they are not fond of the muddy footing.

Willy and petey

Willie and Petey in the pasture – which is growing like crazy from all the rain we have been having.