( Written when gasoline got over $4 a gallon)
So gasoline is getting beyond our budget,
again. I figured it would, for a variety of reasons I’m not able to do anything
about, so I don’t dwell on them. Not dwelling on events I can’t actively cause,
or change, is a part of practicing my version of Roman Stoic philosophy.
Changing things that are within my ability is the major focus of Roman
Stoicism as I am attempting to live it. Of course, just changing things doesn’t
always bring about the tranquility the Roman Stoics used to pursue, and I’m not
sure tranquility is what I want in my life. Still, I need to start somewhere
and tranquility isn’t such a bad goal.
If, and when, gasoline hits former Vice
President Al Gore’s suggested price of $5.00 per gallon (“Earth in the
Balance”, if my memory serves) I’ll have long since changed my habits to accommodate
a life requiring as little of the substance as is possible. One drastic change
came about several years ago after learning of the VP’s target price of $5.00 a
gallon. I all but stopped voting for anyone with a “D” after his or her name.
While that was a tough decision to make, (I tend to have mostly Democrat acquaintances
and enjoy exploring the ideas they have, mostly about food production and
religious issues) the change was made easier by the hypocrisy of the Democrat Party
when gasoline prices hit $4 a gallon the first time. The Dem leaders started
bellowing how unfair it was to the working class. I stopped dead in place when
I heard that come over the radio. What? They were all for a fiver a gallon when
it would be mostly in taxes! Wasn’t that
going to hurt the working class? Or was that the whole point of getting the
price that high? Crush the working class; force them onto government doles to
survive? Not that much of what the other party was/is doing seemed sane to me
either.
The rest of the changes I’ve since made have
been simple reductions in spending by way of behavior modifications. No more
running to other towns to buy coffee and sit with friends to discuss everything
under the sun, but we also didn’t bother to spend our time and money in
Emmitsburg. We still go to Giants in Gettysburg, or Weiss in Thurmont,
for groceries and will continue to do so as gas prices continue to rise. We’re
simply working things around so we make the trips part shopping/part visiting.
As time goes on, with ever-increasing costs, we’ll make the trips monthly,
rather than weekly. We’re also beginning to eat what we grow in the gardens
rather than give most of it away.
Another gradual change came about partly
because of rising prices of gas and food. We now buy half a beef (for the cost
of processing the whole animal) and freeze it. Wanda gets to enjoy steaks we
pay $1.50 a pound for and see in the markets for as much as $10.00 a pound!
I’ve taken to buying large cuts of pork (soon we’ll be buying whole joints of
pig) and turning it into sausages we can’t find the equals of in supermarkets,
for considerably less than store sausage costs!
We’ve bought canners and a dehydrator for processing
the vegetables we grow. We’ve been, and will continue, planting open pollinated
varieties of most things we grow so we can save seeds for following seasons.
Purchasing hybrid seeds each year is wasteful not only because of their
inability to reproduce viable seeds of a known standard for next year’s
planting. They are also usually grown on farms dependant on fossil fuels for
everything from preparing/fertilizing the soil to shipping seeds around the
rock. Their prices reflect that.
As we hear the state wants to raise (as much
as double) the price of keeping a vehicle on the road we’ll start taking
vehicles off the road, saving on insurance and maintenance fees as well as the
tag renewal costs! For every increase in state, county or town fees we’ll find
some way of reducing our need for something else, preferably by directly
eliminating spending in a given tax area when we can. We already spend much of
our disposable income in Pennsylvania. It wouldn’t be so
difficult to take all our business across the line if Maryland politicians can’t
grasp that increasing taxes and fees often causes the reverse of their stated
goals! And if Pennsylvania starts getting
equally ridiculous with their sales taxes? Well, we’re already in a “cut to the
bone” mode so we’ll simply hunker down to weather the storm until some sane administration
regains control of either state. And if that doesn’t happen in my lifetime?
Well, I have friends who’ve survived, even thrived in socialist/communist
countries. They’re eager to teach me how to be comfortable even in a
totalitarian state, which seems to be where we’re heading.
A few years ago I’d have been furious to find
myself having to consider these “cuts”. Today, I’m almost eager to start making
them deeper, to take ever more of my earned cash from grasping fingers that
produce nothing and demand more and more. I can make a game of not spending, of
hording, of hiding. Laughing at the tax grabbers, the do-nothings, could easily
become a sport for me. Finding ways to be productive, yet giving nothing to the
governments is a great way to exercise my inventive genius. (“Genius” is typed
with tongue firmly in cheek.)
Another option we’re seriously considering is
pooling our resources and joining with people of like minds. Over the last decade
we’ve been asked to sell out in Maryland and joining some of
the hippie communes that have survived from the late 1960s to this day. Pagan
communities have invited us and even “whites only” pagan conclaves have offered
sanctuary from the coming chaos they predict. (At first, I was surprised to
learn there were pagans so racist, though I quickly realized that pagans are no
different in their thinking than any other labeled group.)
Whatever we end up doing spending wise, I will
continue to stand on the archery range as coach to the families who manage to attend
the IWLA’s youth program. Unlike those in government, who always urge me to “think
of the children” (so they can continue to rape the taxpayers), I actually do
think of the kids and volunteer my time, equipment and what little expertise I
have so the kids have a chance to grow in ways I did not discover until I was
an adult.
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