Puzzle, Texas, Got Milk

There I was, trying to be invisible, not involved, not stressed out, having nothing to do.  That being the dream of an old man.  There he was, brownish red with white face, in a herd of black angus, sleeping, up against the barn.  Not normal, very unusual.  After a close look, my old dairy mentality told me that he had come up to report his pending death.  Starvation, related to the Mother not being able to provide the basics of life.  My bad side said, walk away, come back later with a shovel, and my good side said, we need to confront the problem.  Tell the wife, boss, farm manager, that we needed to go see the vet.  Pickup the brownish red baby with white face and slide him into the rear seat of the truck, and drive to the vet.  Vet said: do this, do that, and do other stuff.  Bottom line is/was, tube down the throat and into the stomach (keep fingers cross that you miss the lungs), pour the stuff of life.  It will work, or you go get the shovel.  There are good stuffs in this world folks.  He (the bull-now tagged with "puzzle, texas, got milk") was waddling around the pasture and quickly formed a very strong attachment to the wife, boss, farm manager (see above), and now "holder of the bottle with nipple and milk substitute", so strong that he would run across the pasture anytime that he had an indication that she was home (I belive that he could identify her car tag number).  He would come to me, only if "she" was not around.  So many hours of bottle feeding in the early, cold, damp and foggy mornings, and late dark nights after work.  He lived, he flourished, he became what he was, a very large bull, about the size of a Toyota truck, not those tiny things.  He turned into a "real man", he started to travel about.  Not only our pasture, fences being what they are, or rather what they are not, he visited our neighbor's pasture.  She, not wanting her herd bred, but puzzle felt that he knew better.  Today, puzzle has been sold, hopefully to someone with a big pasture and a tall fence.  Our neighbor has four new calves that bear the markings of puzzle.  We have 5 new calves that bear the markings of puzzle.  Life is good, life goes on, here in the pasture.

I feel this nation of ours is sick, ready to report its impending death.  Related to not being able to obtain the basics of life, but actually, strong and willing to recover.  We need to stop our elected offficials from using the shovel and covering us up with more debt.  Debt that they all say is what created this problem.  Debt that they say is what will get us out of this problem.  My old dairy mentality leads me to beleive that this problem was created by a market that was mauled into a position of "not normal, very unusual".  And I say the market can adjust itself.  We need to give it a chance to do that.  We need to resist the temptation to pile more debt upon debt.  Money wise, we are beyond bankrupt.  Legally our government can declare whatever they wish to declare.  As long as someone out there is willing to "not call in our loans", we can continue to operate, print money, pile up debt.  This places our future in someone elses hands.  Do not doubt that we are bankrupt.  Do not doubt that we can recover.  Do not doubt that we need to control the basic instinct of our elected officials to throw our money to the people that finances their election/relection.