How this Election Might Change a Sport

Americans love their guns. The Second Amendment guarantees our right to own a gun. The founders believed that we the people should keep arms to be able to overthrow a rotten government if needed. I’m not sure just how that would happen in today’s world because the local police can put down an insurrection in a New York minute. God forbid we ever got beyond that level and the Military came after us. The concept is great, but the execution of a revolution needs work.

Last week I received a meme from a friend who is a gun-toting NRA member and an avid hunter. A lot of guys I know love hunting and evacuate their homes during deer season to bag a buck. Here in Illinois the hunters must use shot guns. We are too populated a state to use a real gun for anything.  Nevertheless, there is a great number of hunters who trek the woods during late fall in search of their deer. For all the Bambi lovers out there, the deer population in Illinois during 2011 exceeded 700,000. Nation wide there are 1,500,000 car-deer crashes a year, and of these there are 150 fatalities. I don’t feel sorry for a Bambi killed by a bullet or arrow.

We face a serious threat to the loss of our gun rights. I’m afraid that if Obama gets a second term he will sign the United Nations Treaty banning guns. Basically, he will abdicate the sovereignty of America to the United Nations (If you think Congress is hopelessly deadlocked now, just imagine what will happen when the UN decides our fate.) Obama won’t care because he won’t be running for a third term. This treaty will forever change our right to go shoot a deer, but it won’t kill off our ingenuity, nor our will to go hunting. We will just do it another way.

The picture below is proof positive that American Ingenuity is alive and well.

Vote for My Garden Please(Second Edition)

Lobelia

I have never enterred a contest before today. The Chicago Tribune is co-sponsoring  a contest called “Glorious Gardens,” with Home Depot.  An entrant is allowed to place five photos into the competition. I uploaded five.  Today was the deadline for doing so. Beginning tomorrow, June 27, 2009, you can go to the Chicago Tribune Website and vote for my garden.

(Edited 3 August 2009)—-I went tothe Tribune site today and found out that the glorious gardens contest is opn for voting. I spent an hour rating photos, and only came across one picture of my garden.  If you go to vote, the pictures will appear randomly and you have to give each one a rating from 1 through 10 to go to the next picture. There are so many beautiful gardens it is hard to pick a really good one. Many of the photos were presented multiple times.

(Edited….July 25, 2009—-I am sorry, but the Trib is not conducting a popular vote for the most glorious garden. I was wrong to ask you to vote. Sorry for any confusion this caused you.)

Since, I’m not a machine politician, I can only offer you my ‘thanks’ for voting. I’m proud of the garden and I love taking pictures at different times of the day. I call it the ‘Monet Vision.’  The goal is to create a horticultural scene of magnificent complimentary colors. I have a long way to go, but I’m on my way. Hopefully,  the image I see in my mind will be realized in the backyard. That is, if Bambi doesn’t decide to taste all of the new entries like he has been this year.

Answer to Riddle

As beautiful and graceful as she is,  if  this critter continues to eat my flowers, she will adorn my office wall. This week, I’ve watched her come through the yard. She ate leaves from a mulberry tree. The next day, I saw a pair of them walk through. Since they saw me both times, they skittered off into the wetland. I never saw them eat any  flowers. The next day, I began to notice deer tracks all about the yard, and many of my plants showed signs of deer damage. Allot of mysterious things began to make sense, like a bunch of lobelia plants without buds, Canna Lillie’s with tops missing, and Asiatic Lillie’s with stems clipped.Bambi's Mother

A week ago, my friend Tom called me to come over and dig some hosta plants from his yard. He helped me dig out several varieties. I drove home, split them and planted them around the yard. The plant in this photo is  under the squirrel bungee. Notice how neatly the leaves are clipped from the stems. Next to this one is a different variety that was tasted, and pulled by the roots from the ground.  Evidently, deer do not like the taste of bright green hosta leaves. They love the dark green best. All around the yard, wherever I planted the dark green variety the leaves were snipped from the stems.Hosta Plant Eaten by Bambi's Mom

Last evening, as I watered the flowers, I noticed the Stella Dora  Lilly was different. Earlier in the week the plants were loaded with buds. I looked forward to the color splash. Now, all the buds are gone, and the stems stick up like toothpicks. It’s been so cold this spring that they were late blooming.  Well, they will really be late now. I hope the critter liked ’em.

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