Enough of this nice crap
No respect in submission
Thoughts from open blisters
By Stephen L. Wilmeth
Leonard and
I found where the fence was down.
We were in
his mechanical mule bouncing over the rocks when we spotted where the cattle
were going through a mangled water gap. No, it wasn’t washed out. That would
have been a good problem. The problem had occurred when, in our whole herd
movement to a new pasture, a yearling steer, cut out to haul to the house to
wean, had jumped into the steel rim tank (thinking it was a perimeter fence in
the corral). He proceeded to try to drown himself before he gathered himself
enough to jump out of the five and a half foot deep steel storage tank only to jump
the perimeter corral fence and run. He will now be harder yet to gather.
What cannot
be scripted was the fact he stirred the water up and moss and debris clogged
the outlet to a major trough where the cattle had been moved. The next morning
Leonard found the drinker dry, and, as a consequence, at least 175 pairs went
back through the fence to the pasture from which they had been driven.
The breached water gap was their
exit.
On the Hook
Both of us
were about half mad.
Finding
cattle back where they had come from started it. The weather pattern had also moved
out and most of the ranch remained short of rain. It had been 100º for another
four straight days and the grass, already stressed, was hanging limp like a
hound dog’s tongue. Yet another dry summer was sickeningly disheartening, and
our mood reflected it.
What we faced,
though, eliminated any discourse of “what if” or “whose fault”. We had to
buckle down and get something done. The fence had to be fixed, the cattle
regathered, the drought contingencies refined, and … there was to be no
deferral or shirking of duties. The two of us standing there were the entire
crew. We were the safety committee, the secretary, the pipe fitters, the
electricians, the administration, the cowboys, the payroll clerk, the HR
personnel, the mail carriers, and the labor gang. If the mood was to be
improved by a joke, it had to come from one of us. If something had to be
retrieved or purchased in the process, it had to be done by us.
Real life
got more serious yet when we figured out we were woefully unprepared to deal
with the situation with the tools being carried in the mule.
Our lives
and that of our government counterparts are described in different pages in
separate books. What we proceeded to do wasn’t even in their play book. If it
had been a federal agency matter, there would have been a whole different
complex. Chances are the end result would have resulted in a contract being
let, and, rather than a water gap being fixed, three miles of fence would have
been rebuilt.
The actions
of those agencies, however, would ultimately bring the full force of regulatory
burden back squarely upon us, the two American ranchers standing in the cut
rebuilding the water gap. It will impact our counterparts in each and every similar
circumstance. A perfect example is the EPA maneuvering to expand their
regulatory jurisdiction by changing the definition of the “navigable waters of
the United States”.
When that
phrase is adjusted by simply dropping the word “navigable”, the dynamic of the
change is more than immense. There is no equating navigable water to storm
runoff that would affect the water gap Leonard and I were rebuilding if and
when it rained hard enough to run some water, and, yet, that is exactly what
dropping “navigable” implies. The agency knows that and yet they will stand
defiantly and offer false witness as if it should be believed. From its extensive
watershed mapping discovered by a House committee, the EPA denies any ties to
the expansion of its jurisdiction from that work created by a coordinating
contractor.
“Let us be
very clear- these maps have nothing to do with EPA’s proposed rule or any other
regulatory purpose,” the official spokesperson offered in testimony to a House
committee.
As I drove the eight feet long steel T-posts
selected for the water gap in the bottom of the cut while standing on piled
rocks and reaching as high above my head as I could, the basic honesty demanded
in our daily lives cannot be explained away with words offered in meaningless
testimony. We are the ultimate cupboard constantly being robbed for government largesse.
Reality is
demonstrating this administration’s agency actions are delineated from a
partisan mission that has nothing to do with grassroots needs or inputs. Their
words are simply filler used to confound any measure of meaningful debate. Changes
are occurring only when or if litigation, funded by the meager means of the public
being trampled, throws an occasional roadblock against the juggernaut. Even
then, the mission will be repackaged to renew the effort and defend the agenda.
By
the time I had finished driving those posts without gloves, my hands were
screaming for relief. Blisters were already formed and broken, but we had to
finish what we started. We had no choice.
The climate
debate is another fairy tale that has become an intrusion on our sensibility. China, India,
and Germany are not even going
to attend the next big climate summit to be held soon in New York. Two issues are highlighted as a
result. The first is the embarrassment we, the host country, should feel as we
proceed blindly down the ever rockier path chasing this phantom topic. The
second is the corruption of science. What a terrible thing it is when knowledge
becomes the subject of controversy. Everything we have ever been taught is
counter to that, but our leadership will be there promoting their cause.
The last task in building the water gap was
to hang a ballast on the bottom of the span to float it and allow water and
debris to flow under the device. When it was done, our mood had changed. We
were smiling.
Unfortunately,
we have no choice other than to recognize the multiple fronts being waged
against us. Congressional authority is
being usurped to further enshrine a model that our Framers and Founders not
only warned about, but staked their lives on confronting and defeating. Nothing
in this current administration is about defending our lives and our rights.
The blister
lesson, though, emerges as a very basic tenant. If I can drive eight foot T
posts without gloves … we all can.
Collect your Cajones
This
nonsense about the fact conservatives have no game plan is tedious. What the
conservatives suffer from is the incapacity to be brutally honest. It is a basic
inability to define and present the truth with resolve. As a result, the
message can be dismantled and is made to appear insincere. The best example is
the lie about Americans being greedy capitalists. That is a crock. Half the population
is now subsidized. How can that logic be defended?
Furthermore,
the half of the population being subsidized believes they have embedded and
differentiated rights stemming from their victimization. They are taught that.
They are being supported and encouraged by their elected representatives that
run the government.
It is past
time to curtail this nonsense. Federal spending originates in the House of
Representatives. If you check your representative’s voting record, you will
find there is a 95% chance he or she has never stood on his or her hind feet
and said, “NO!” to the obligatory and stepwise progression to ever increasing
spending.
Those legislative actions not only
fuel the agency assaults on the heartland, they have promulgated and encouraged
their empire expansion. There must be consequences for such defilement by
legislative appeasement.
The
agencies are self preservationists. In the void of practicing self regulatory
stability offered through natural law set forth in the Constitution, the void
has been filled by the agencies. They will not change until the funding
mechanisms disallow the savagery of their actions.
By legislative
record, there is not a single effective fiscal conservative in my home state of
New Mexico. There
are no voices of substantive authority that display the single-mindedness to
demand and lead a purposeful return to originality. The glow of being reelected
takes full precedence over openly defying the gaiety of spending our money and
growing the victimization class. As such, the über liberals among the elected
cadre are true to form and mission. They intend to grow the state with their
unwritten agenda of obliterating the founding cornerstone … those of us who
have blistered hands.
Stephen L. Wilmeth is a rancher from southern New Mexico. “The night
this was written it rained. Blessed, God given rain … nothing is more
fundamental. Perhaps that is the single, concrete reminder that resisting this
growing federal menace is worth the fight.”
There are many things I could say about this column. First up would be the juxtaposition of the private working individual with gov't agencies - that is powerful. His penning the term "legislative appeasement" is beautiful, and so appropriate. In fact, that leads me to the only thing I would add. Wilmeth says "Congressional authority is
being usurped." That is true. However, in many instances the authority has been delegated by Congress to the Executive Branch, and has been done under the leadership of both political parties. When in power, neither party has sought to retrieve that authority. A recent example would be when the Republicans controlled both Houses of Congress and had Bush II in the White House, they did nothing to lessen or limit the President's authority under the Antiquities Act of 1906. We recently "experienced" this authority in Dona Ana County and I can assure you there are more National Monuments to come.
In defense of Wilmeth I almost didn't publish this column. How's that? Because the steer jumping out of the tank would be proof to EPA that indeed the water was "navigable"! -:) But then I figured the term was being so corrupted by EPA anyway that it really didn't matter.
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An excellent column and a superior follow up. Thanks to you both.
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