Ya... it's usually a mullet... PST is provincial sales tax... which we do not have in Alberta... and 1200.00 dollars would have to be some pretty exclusive uranium filled dental equipment... I'd guess her age around either 14 or 53... IQ hovering around between 80 or 90... interesting how an arbitrary number can have that much weight against law, common sense and ethic... not to mention logic.
I'll go to the post office with portable stool and brown bag lunch in hand... I'll bring along something worthwhile to read and I'll take careful notes as to where the nearest bathroom is... and I'll begin... ya know, ya just can't make this stuff up ......
I take great heart in the fact that there is always a silver lining in very dark clouds... I now enjoy the knowledge of what real tobacco is and will never again smoke Government cigarettes... and don't worry... I am a writer and tend to embellish but be sure that I will not embarrass and will do due diligence and act responsibly despite my previous vent.
I wanted to mention that since my joyous proclamation of having found the perfect recipe for processing tobacco I have found that I was wrong... my taste buds started to change and my lungs felt heavy... my voice even started to change to a very gruff tone... I can see that I have much to learn about the art of tobacco... but learn I will.
I am 56 and since I was 10 I have played guitar... it is truly worthwhile for those of stout heart ( in my estimation)... I believe tobacco to be the same.
I grew up on a Canadian farm with U.S. parents (the best in the world)... we wore our shoes in the house which no other Canadians did... we grew crops which we harvested for seed and cleaned and packaged for sale... I remember once my Dad was cleaning a seed drill and thought he had it done... my Grandpa came along and slammed the top down on the drill which sprinkled 20 or 30 seeds down into the machine... no words were exchanged... and my Dad spent a very long time cleaning and slamming after that... this was practiced throughout the entire operation with the understanding that one seed was too many... I remember spending hours cleaning combines with fire hose, air and pressure sprayers... we made blocks to pull combines up onto in order to be sure water would run one way or the other... there was no imagining that it was clean... it had to be clean... after all... we were selling pure seed... and the health of everyone's farm was at stake.
This is the common sense reality that I grew up in... and I maintain today... I run my life by this ethic as I believe all others should and I find humor in those who don't... eventually they will learn.
Tobacco is a time honored tradition shared among real men... and thus has it ever been... the history is long and proud and has tremendous spiritual roots and meaning... interesting how since money polluted this grand tradition health problems have soared... and also interesting the parallel propaganda... one may be inclined to conclude that the propaganda may be pointed toward the disruption of real men... thereby rendering them balless, speechless, spineless, mindless and inert.... sounds like a pretty good way to slowly take over a country to me.
Lastly... I am glad to know you Don... I can tell you are of good heritage and honest upbringing... it seems there are few of us left... we have a duty I believe to pass this on where ever we can... I salute your honesty and forthright intent and I honor your honesty and integrity.
Although there may have been a modicum of alcohol involved in the result of my rhetoric this evening... rest assured that the light of the day of the morrow will result in the utmost and knife edged conservative and sensible approach to this matter.
