Post Office
circa 1905
Located in NE Kentucky, this post office was located “way up a holler” and was served weekly by horseback. The old road crossed the now-unsafe bridge in the foreground and passed through the (new) gate in the distance. The old style boxes still hang on the wall behind the counter.
When standing there, it is not hard to imagine the folks of the area coming in to collect their mail on Saturday; perhaps a couple of old-timers playing checkers on the porch. This office was closed down sometime in the 1930s.
Surely you’ve noticed the ominous cone of silence around the DOJ and the FBI as rumors of “accountability” mount against well-known figures who used government to make war against its own citizens.
That is exactly what happened, by the way, in case you’re baffled by the news.
The agencies aren’t leaking this time, especially not to the mendacious scribes that infest The New York Times and The WashPo, who function as vanguard to the corps of traitors in the rogue fourth branch of government called the Blob.
So, the silence begs you to ask: Are they doing anything in there?
More:
https://www.kunstler.com/p/under-color-of-law
Ghost, it takes some kind of special love for America to go after the subversive left. May the cleansing continue.
Forgot to mention, the picture is right out of “Letter to the Future” by Michael D. O’Brien.
Putting the National Debt in Perspective
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A dollar bill is .0043 inches thick.
A stack of one trillion one dollar bills is 67,866 miles high.
The US national debt is now more than 30 trillion dollars.
That stack is now more than 2,000,000 miles high.
That is a distance of 4 trips to the moon and back.
Sort of unbelieveable idn’t it?
Did you get anything worthwhile out of it?
I don’t think I did, and whatever is claimed I did get out of it, I didn’t want nor did I ask for it.
Here’s a colorful and disturbing 2 minute video describing the Federal Reserve. I hope people are catching on. Watch this and share with others.
https://x.com/1776General_/status/1953785560079737223
My stepfather came from a small town in Ontario Canada–very small. Several farms and a general store/post office which looked slightly younger than the one in this picture. It was just a little larger. It was bult of wood.
My stepfather’s father still had one big old Canadian plough horse from the team of matched whites he had used to plough his fields. The other member of the team had died, but the old guy held on. We would walk together every day–just the three of us– the horse, step grandfather and me. We usually walked down to the old mill on the stream. Then we would circle around the old pasture and come home. The horse only had a lead rope on him and that was seldom used–just draped over his lower neck. The horse loved that old man and he would have followed him anywhere–which he did one day.
The three of us walked into town to get the mail. The old man and me (aged six) went inside and left the old horse untied out front. We had just stepped up to the window when the building started to shake and there was a horrible noise. The old guy had followed us into the store and fallen through the wooden floor. That was THE BIGGEST EVENT in town ever! Getting that poor old horse out of the floor and back outside without bringing down the building–that took some doing by a bunch of old farmers.
–which he did one day.”
HA! That made me wonder, what was going to happen!
About what year was this, 50’s? 60’s?
1949 or 1950, probably 1950. You shoul’ve been there you would have enjoyed the moment! 🙂