|Cache||UPDATE 10/7: I think farmers have had enough, maybe, I hope anyway...|
1. “I went to Madison feeling financially scared and emotionally depressed but hopeful,” said Paul Adams, who runs a 500-cow organic dairy near Eleva, WI."I came home feeling financially scared, emotionally depressed, unwanted, and unneeded.”Danielle Erdvick summed it up this way in the story:
But I sense a fire growing in the belly of the family farmers I meet in my work with Farmers Union. Farmers are weary. But there’s a growing flicker that’s starting to feed a change in the narrative. No more will they be spoon-fed a top-down vision for rural America. Instead, I see a drive for a farmscape where fair prices, local food systems, clean water, and land conservation are at the heart of farm policy. How can we achieve it? It’ll take actually enforcing America’s antitrust laws and holding corporations accountable when they try to monopolize an industry. It’ll mean addressing market manipulation. It’ll mean not raising our hackles, as farmers and ag groups, every time someone wants to talk about clean water or livestock siting. It’ll mean continuing to adopt regenerative practices and thinking outside the box so we’re protecting our natural resources for our children and grandchildren.__________________________________________________________________________________________________
Farmers will never stop voting for Republicans. Sadly, GOP promises of "small government" simply mean they don't really have to do anything for their constituents, and deregulation is anything that basically leaves them alone.
Tariff War is not Their Fight: It seems farmers are okay sacrificing their livelihoods for big corporate interests seeking intellectual rights and protections.
And then the last shoe dropped; Ag Sec. Sonny Perdue told us what big corporate Republican politicians were really thinking about family farmers:
Perdue told reporters that he doesn’t know if the family dairy farm can survive as the industry moves toward a factory farm model ... “In America, the big get bigger and the small go out. I don’t think in America we, for any small business, we have a guaranteed income or guaranteed profitability.”A few farmers suddenly realized what was really going on...
Jerry Volenec, a fifth-generation Wisconsin dairy farmer with 330 cows, left the Perdue event feeling discouraged about his future. “What I heard today from the secretary of agriculture is there’s no place for me. Can I get some support from my state and federal government?"Democrats, Governor Tony Evers backs Family Farms, despite never getting their vote, but after Sonny Perdue's comment, even our laid back Gov. had to say something:
"Are they struggling? Absolutely. But I think at the end of the day we need to get behind them rather than saying, ah maybe you should go larger. I, frankly, resent that the Department of Agriculture secretary from the federal government came in and kind of lambasted them."
But don't take Evers word for it, here's a comment made at the Minnesota Farmfest about CAFO's. Note: Why were visa's for dairy labor ever determined to be seasonal and not year around?:
Trump Piled on First: Remember this...
Wisconsin dairy farmers are still feeling the sting of Trump's visit to Milwaukee in July, where the president downplayed the suffocation felt by farmers here because of Trump's own tariffs.Farmer Response...:Trump: "Some of the farmers are doing well. ... We're over the hump. We're doing really well."
"If he's saying farmers are over the hump, he would be badly mistaken," said Darin Von Ruden, a third generation dairy farmer. "In order to get over the hump we need to stop losing dairy farms."From PBS's Market to Market: Trump's says farmers are happy...
Farmers are slamming Trump's $28 billion farm bailout — more than double Obama's 2009 payment to automakers — as a 'Band-Aid'.Perdue editorial doesn't repair Damage: Nope, his word salad backtrack to obscure how he really feels, is a little late. In fact, Perdue reminds farmers how this whole problem was really Trump creation:
Purdue: "President Donald Trump has made it his mission to support American agriculture and negotiate better trade deals so our productive farmers can sell their bounty around the globe."And don't forget how Scott Walker pushed oversupply in the dairy industry.
Here's what one farmer, "a great patriot," really thinks about Trump:
In Gays Mills, WI, over production and large dairy farms are locking many out of getting into farming. From WPT's Portraits from Rural Wisconsin:
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|Cache||We have allowed the fear mongering in the media to control us. I was thinking about my Grandparents generation who fought in World War 2 the first time we as humans faced the threat to destroy the world as we knew it at the time. They stood up and fought for a better world and sacrificed. Now we are in the same situation again within our country and climate change. The youth have more sense than the adults, they stand up and fight. Adults need to take a lesson. What are adults going to do?|
There’s white magic, and bad rock’n’roll,
Your friend there says, he's the gatekeeper to my soul
~ Go-betweens ‘The House Jack Kerouac Built’ 1987
Alec drives the Sporter to the upper outskirts of Bigmark; into no-mans-land where the heat seeping up from the Bunker below dried the surface back to mesa-red.
He can’t resist taking the vehicle off-track for a brief dusty broadside, an act which elicits a bark from Daniel, back in full soldier mode.
Up and around they wind to where the semi-circular gate looms, the covering arch dug horizontally into the slope like an eyebrow on a surprised eye.
As they approach, the gate’s sentinal fires up; all Halloween blue and techno bristling.
Alec stops the Sporter at the automated entry box and Peye makes a Hollywood exit from the left wing-door.
“Peye Ellis-Winston” she says, bent 90 degrees into the protruding microphone.
She submits to visual, retinal, fingerprint and DNA scan at the interface.
The sentinal expands its bristling perimeter to include the entry box and the Sporter before removing the barrier between them and the gate. After a pausing to allow Peye back aboard, it overrides Alec and guides the vehicle towards the semi-circular gate, a slowly irising spiral of tortoiseshell in the headlights.
Once inside with gate spiralled closed behind them, the sentinal relinquishes control of the Sporter.
Alec looks back through the interior at the insides of the gate, all hollowed out and mechanically articulated where the outside had been smooth and unadorned.
Daniel’s grinding his teeth, audibly.
The boys are quiet in the back row.
Peye is doing some sort of hissing yoga breathing exercise.
Turning, with one arm arced on the wheel, he guides the Sporter down the spiral concrete tunnel, resisting the urge to gunn it; figuring adrenaline levels are high enough.
Exiting the dizzying downward spiral they pass into the Bunker’s outskirts where the servicers are housed in small blocks of concrete necessity; their security a reward for menial duty. These are the realms of the sold-out; these will not turn on the master as there is no future for them without their proximity to power.
Too soon for Peye, they enter the pristine streets of the Kulturati’s residential haven, she cannot separate her dread from her anticipation.
The quiet streets show no signs of alarm, show no signs of anything. The Tudor façade of her brother’s house is painted orange-white-orange-white by the flashing hazard lights on a security bike parked between the posed-polished cars.