Cooter asked, “You wanna go to Yazoo to the farm?”
I was about twelve years of age at the time. My pal, Cooter, and I were inseparable. We did all kinds of adventurous kid things together, and he had a sister that I was kinda stuck on. Did I want to go to the farm?
‘Heck, yeah!”! “When we going?” I replied. I was certain my mom would let me go. She did.
Cooter’s parents had a small farm in rural Yazoo County, Mississippi. Even though I was raised in the city, I was no stranger to farms. My parents started their lives on farms in Mississippi back in the 1920s. Their parents (my grandparents) and several aunts and uncles were still working the farms when I was a toddler. Riding on tractors, plowing a row by mule, picking cotton and other activities I learned early. If memories of farm life were cash, I would be a very wealthy man. When Cooter asked me to go with him, I jumped at the chance to spend some time in the country.
The big day arrived for the trip. After we made it to Yazoo City, it seemed like it took us an hour of driving on a dusty, dirt road to get to their farm. As I recall the farmhouse was a big wooden frame structure with a big front porch. Inside was rustic with wooden floors and walls. At night, we had some conveniences of city life- electricity and a television, but no phone and no air conditioner. This was the late 1950s in the rural South in the summer. But there was Cooter’s sister.
The two weeks passed fast. The farm had a small pond we swam in between chores. We tried our luck at catching supper, too. They had a few cows we had to bring in late in the afternoons. Those cows liked the pond too, so we avoided the muddy banks when swimming and fishing. The well water was cold and refreshing. It was fun dropping the water pail down in the well and pulling up about a gallon of water at a time. I remember a 55 gallon barrel of rain water sitting in the back of the house, filled to the top with run off from the tin roof. Yes, of course we drank from it! We were just kids, after all. There were chickens scurrying around the yard, foraging for tasty morsels. The pigs and hogs were a hoot. We had to feed them everyday. It was messy work and the pig pen was a smelly, muddy mess, so boots were a must. Our buckets were filled with leftover food scraps and feed and were called ‘slop buckets’ back in the day. So we ‘slopped the hogs’ everyday. When they saw us coming they started snorting and grunting as they headed to the trough. Have you ever seen pigs and hogs being ‘slopped’?
Once you see it, you will understand the many idioms and phrases that hogs have inspired. See the image for a few examples.
Our Biggest Hog Pen
Those days were but a distant memory until recently. It struck me that one of our nation’s biggest issues is akin to slopping the hogs. Follow along as I fill the slop bucket and we go feed the present day hogs.
Imagine our national budget in the trillions of dollars -the slop equals our money. The trough is Washington, DC. The pigs and hogs? You guessed correctly if you thought of our elected and appointed ‘representatives’. So we have us- the taxpayers- delivering the slop -our money- to the hogs. Do they go ‘hog wild’ when they see that slop coming? Hogs love to eat and as my brother, Richard, would say “they don’t have a stopping place” when it comes to food, in this case, our money.
They devolve into ‘hog heaven’. Most of them ‘get fat off the hog’, too. Some can be classified “as worthless as tits on a boar hog” by millions of voters. One has to wonder where all the slop goes. They can’t eat it all, can they? Or, do our elected and appointed hogs redirect some of that slop so that it gets deposited into their piggy banks? They are literally ‘bringing home the bacon’. Are you getting the picture, yet?
Our current leadership have proposed a $3.5 Trillion dollar budget. They are proposing we give each illegal immigrant child separated from its parents a hoggish sum of $450, 000. They send billions of dollars each year to countries that hate us. At home, they send us a measly few hundred dollars while locking millions out of the workplace.
Today our Federal debt is over $22 Trillion dollars.The hogs are clearly eating more than we feed them. If we don’t bring full slop buckets to match their overgrown appetites, the hogs -our elected leaders -just order more by printing money or borrowing by issuing Treasury Notes and Bonds. Is some of the slop being redirected elsewhere to our detriment? What is all this slop doing for us, as slop feeders? Perhaps, we have become the feed? So the hogs tell us how much we have to feed them?
Bobby Piton, MBA, CFA, a U.S. Senate candidate in IL,. is the Managing Partner of PreActive Investments, LLC, and an Investment Advisor Representative of Total Clarity Wealth Management. To put it mildly he is a math whiz. He has put together some interesting facts about our hogs at the Washington. D. C. trough. Here are a few:
Population in 1970 was 205 million; today about 330 million.
Population grew 61%.
Debt held by Public grew 5,661%
It is 35 times larger than it was in 1970 on a per person basis.
It was $1,810 per American or $4,780 per worker.
Today our Debt is $63,350 per American or $167,326 per worker.
Why and how did this happen?
A corrupt, Evil Federal Reserve that has debased our currency or skimmed tens of Trillions is why!.
Right now the Nation is worth $120 Trillion. The Federal Reserve is targeting 2% inflation which is $2.4 Trillion per year or $200 billion monthly.
125 million workers goes into $200 billion EQUALS $1,600 per month per worker being skimmed.
The Federal Reserve is literally stealing $50 of savings per worker per day everyday.
The above statements were written on his Telegram channel a few days ago. My brother was right. The hogs have no stopping place. What can we do to stop this theft?
Check out the U.S. Debt Clock to see how our hogs are eating. https://www.usdebtclock.org
A Hog Killing
That last Saturday at Cooter’s family farm was interesting for this country boy with city influences. I had never been to a hog killing until that day. Cooter and I had to isolate the hog his dad had selected. Once that was done, his dad took a rifle and shot the hog between the eyes. Other measures were taken and at the end of the process, the hog had been carved up into sections similar to what you see at the meat departments in grocery stores. It was packed and covered in salt and placed in two galvanized wash tubs, ready for the trip to Vicksburg.
In the middle 1990s, an insurance carrier president made this statement during a presentation, “ Pigs get fed. Hogs get slaughtered”.
His analogy was offered in the context of the health care industry at the time. It is useful to apply it to our present financial and economic position as a means to reduce our out of control inflation and debt crisis. Let us not forget, that the slop we feed the hogs has a dual purpose. It makes the politicians and their accomplices very rich and it makes us slop bucket carriers their farmhands.
Real hogs render to us pork chops, roasts, ribs, hams and steaks, sausage and more. Real hogs don’t eat slop they don’t have. They must live with what is given to them by their masters. No one is suggesting that we literally slaughter the hogs, but we can apply a figurative approach. What can we do to reverse the roles where We the People again become the master/feeder and the public servants aren’t given a blank check to order slop we don’t have in our buckets? They force us to hock our futures and financially impair our children and their kids to boot.
Use Our Money like Bullets
Think of our slop bucket as our money we have, we earn and save. We can use our money like bullets to figuratively starve the hogs. Stop spending your money with businesses and people who think you don’t know more about finances than a hog knows about Sunday. These are the same piggish people who helped rob millions of us by skimming trillions of dollars from tax revenue over the years and printing money to live high on the hog. They have turned us into their slaves. Now, they are using our money against us in a variety of ways, many of which are unlawful at best and treasonous at worst.
We should spend our money locally with people and businesses in our communities with no ties to BIG ANYTHING. Do business with folks who share our values and beliefs. Live Local. Buy Local. Don’t support BIG ANYTHING with our bullets/dollars. Get involved in your local and state governments. Run for office. Get on School Boards and Election Committees. Go to City Council meetings and voice your opinions. Move up to state levels. Get involved. Do your due diligence. Words are cheap and politicians are masters of deceit. It is time to put the hogs on a financial diet and clean out the pig pen.
The Great Reset
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We the People
Some of you may be thinking Great Reset. The current regime leaders essentially want to collapse our economy, inflate our currency into worthlessness until “we own nothing and are happy.” So, how does using our money as bullets help to slaughter the hogs at the trough? Velocity. The speed at which things move. By not doing business with with Big Government, Big Business, Big Banks, Big Tech, Big Pharma, Big Money Managers and their support cast, we can literally slow down the speed at which they want to move things. This provides us with valuable time to make counter moves to trim the fat from the hogs and starve the others. As consumers, voters and citizens we need to time to slow their roll. The hogs are eating our lunch now and slowing killing our futures in the process. It is time to stop slopping the hogs. Use your money as bullets and start slaughtering these wild hogs that destroy our land, eat up our incomes and threaten our way of life.
About Cooter’s Sister
One day we all went to nearby swimming hole on a creek a few miles down that dirt road from the farmhouse. A local friend of Cooter’s introduced me to the most beautiful red haired gal I have ever seen. It broke my heart when I had to go back home.
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Right on butch