rented a tractor and roto-tilled the Mount Rushmore
of vegetable gardens. After 33 years of marriage,
this will be our second garden; the first being at
Colorado State University when we grew a radish.
(Radish is singular and not a typo.) Late in April
of 1980, we learned of a chunk of ground divided
into 100 garden plots which were available on a
first-come, first-served basis for married students.
The secret was to homestead one of the plots closest
to the irrigation ditch as those at the end of the
rows were always short on water if other tenants
failed to weed their gardens. We hustled to be first
in line the morning of the sign-up, and anxiously
signed our names to Plot #1 and for a moment we were
the gardening champions of married student housing.
Then summer started.
After sitting for nine months in the anatomy lab at
vet school, the physical demands of my summer job
shoveling concrete nearly killed me. Once my
stiffness wore off, my concrete job became my best
ever because it was so simple—bend over and move
concrete or gravel from one place to another. At six
dollars per hour, I was not getting rich, but
combined with my trophy wife’s income from flipping
burgers at McDonald’s, we could afford our own
contraception and had food on the table. This was
good because the calorie burn from shoveling mud
kept me hungry most of the summer. After work I
would stagger into our apartment, collapse in front
of a large oscillating fan, and gobble whatever I
could shove in my mouth. The last thing on my mind
was tending our garden, and Plot #1 showed it.
By late July, the entire two acre garden tract
became an amazing expression of cultural diversity.
Several unique plots were tended by foreign couples
who shoveled their gardens into these elaborate,
green, four-tiered works of art. Their crops were
thriving and it was as if you were staring at a
rainforest in their homeland of Ecuador. Plot #1,
our plot, fittingly looked like the sagebrush flats
in Eastern Montana…during a drought. Commensurate
with our efforts, our summer bounty was the radish.
Here is why I am telling you this: Because we are
runners, Druann and I eat massive amounts of fruits,
vegetables and meat. Whenever I am in Costco, I am
amazed by the sheer volume of food passing out the
doors. Answer me this: If the progressives
successfully collapse the American economy thereby
fracturing supply chains, how long before food
shelves in Billings, Montana become empty? I think
less than one week so the question then becomes how
will you feed your family? Think about it.
Because progressives have indoctrinated so many
Americans to believe they are entitled to anything
they lack, our nation is facing a 16 trillion dollar
debt. Be it free healthcare, extended unemployment
benefits, green energy subsidies, or food stamps,
progressives will continue swapping freebies for
votes until the entire system plunges into the
abyss. By then, the ruling class will own you and
you will be expected to kneel and lick the hand of
the government official feeding you. As much as I
dislike gardening, if I am going to be on my hands
and knees it will be to pulls weeds so I can feed my
family and remain free. This is not being paranoid,
it is being prepared.