Northern Farmer

Well, its a Wednesday and that means church tonight. I’m in the house most of the day today with it raining outside for hours. Picked up an inch and a half out of this one and a happier farmer it would be hard to find anywhere! Its been a long time since I was able to sit in the house on a June day watching it rain outside! Told the family that God is making hay today and I think that’s pretty close to being accurate! This will just add more and more tons to an already beautiful hay crop! Thank you Lord, its been a few years but all is well!

There’s some farmers in the region grumbling about the moister but not this one. I learned in the big drought of “88″ that I’d never curse God about the life giving rains even if it was up to my neck! Because without them you have nothing! Absolutely nothing! I was listening to ag radio this morning and they were talking about the terrible year with the rains and all. And how the super modern farmers were in dire straights because of it. I just sat back and laughed. I think the Bible calls them fools! Here’s what I’m talking about. You see, these “farmers”, and I use this word only so people can understand whom I’m talking about, they have no resemblance to real farmers. They destroy the land and live no different than any city or suburban counterpart. Totally immersed in the system where folks worship money, materialism and themselves. So the rest of this post I’ll call them by their proper name, serfs.

Well, on serf radio, (which I tune into sometimes to get my morning laugh), they’re crying, and I mean they really sound like they are crying, about how behind they are because of the cool wet weather. Well folks, I got news for you, this is early June and to put it bluntly there’s nothing abnormal about this weather this time of the year! Early June is traditionally wet, very wet and has more than its share of cool weather in the upper midwest. But the serfs are crying because they are getting worried that their corn is so far behind and there’s a possibility that it won’t be busheling like they signed their life away in blood for. What do I mean by that. These serfs forward contracted there unsprouted crop before the season even started to lock in what they considered a get rich price. And that price would’a been a get rich price too except because of the lies and propaganda of serf radio these serfs went brain dead and don’t look at the price of the modern serf inputs which have kept up right to the penny with any rise in serf crop prices. Now when your a serf, here’s something that many readers do not understand, the whole crop is put in on borrowed money. Everything is worked out months in advance at Serf Credit Service and the goal is to get financed through the teeth so you can lease a couple more brand spanking new tractors to go with the leased planters for the seed from Monsanto that you put into rented land that the serfs have bid up on price so they can pull it out from under the neighbor’s feet that’s been renting it for decades. The serf’s motto is, “he who screws his neighbor and has the most leased machinery wins”. Then there’s money earmarked for getting the freakish genetically altered plants sprayed from the local serf co-op for a mighty high price. And unlike a few short years ago the serfs are having to have the fields sprayed multiple times in order to keep the weeds under control. The weeds are getting smarter than the serfs and getting immune to the expensive sprays. The serfs probably got enough money borrowed to them for huge amounts of chemical fertilizers to be spread on the land, forget the cost, they want bragging rights! And the funny thing is, getting back to the crop spray and including the fertilizers, they brag the more they have to spend and use them! I ain’t kidding. Last year one farmer bragged to me how he had to spray his roundup beans three times with roundup. I just looked at him and thought, OK, a fool and his money soon part.

So what do I feel when I hear the “serf news” some mornings? I just shake my head, people thinking that they are farmers and who don’t have the slightest idea about reality. Get bigger equipment as the fuel reaches five dollars a gallon, no problem. Pound on the fertilizer as its price doubles, triples, and more. Buy seed that has done the same in price over the last two years because the big serf companies want to take all that is theirs from the little dumb serfs. And the little dumb serfs that go into the Serf Credit Service still have no idea what a ride they are being taken on. They have no idea that their families would probably like to continue farming the land some day. They don’t understand a son or a daughter that looks over the land and has a beautiful vision of what God really intends for the family and land. No the fallen serfs just follow the serf rule book, hook line and sinker! Not caring about anyone, family or otherwise that would ever dare to go against their master, Monsanto, the government and big ag. How could anyone ever think anything against the true god, big ag and the promise of money somehow, someday? The families then fly the serf coop when of age to get the heck out of an existence like that and head for the industrial world and greener pastures. No one in their right mind would want to live a life of serfdom like that and I feel for every young person who escapes. They don’t have to worry about the cool wet weather slowing down their corn crops and diminishing the yields.

But on this rainy day all I can do is thank the Lord for the life giving rain. The additional tons of hay growing because of it. His ways ain’t our ways and I see a tremendous blessing in this cool wet weather, yes I do. let the complainers complain, they’d complain about anything God does anyhow. Not here, we toughed out the droughts and now our little valley, Paradise Vally I call it, it bursting alive and green! The Lord answered our prayers and I see His hand moving in all of this so beautifully! The hay will get made when the sun comes out. There’s no serf contracts to worry about here, if the crops are a little late that’s fine by me. I can sleep at night without the serfdom worries that plague “modern farming”. Yup, I’ll go out in a little bit, check things out, do some chores and head on out to our little country church after supper and Praise the Lord!

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