Dispatch from the Antipodes, Being an Account of the Forty-and-Niners' Great Sea-Pilgrimage
I am bid write of a contest, and I will, though I confess before God and this page that I do not rightly know where I am, nor what manner of thing I have seen, nor whether I have seen it yet at all. But I am a serf, and a serf who is given honest labor does the labor, and does not ask the reeve why. So: hear me.
It is told to me that the men of San Francisco — a fine city, though I have not seen it, and am told it sits upon a hill the way our own manor sits upon its hill, save theirs has no sheep upon it, which seems to me a waste of good hill — have crossed the great water entire, the whole width of it, to a far land called Melbourne, there to meet in contest with a company of men called, and I set this down exactly as I am told, the Rams. Now I know a ram. I have driven rams from the hedgerow with a stick more times than I have fingers, and a meaner, more bandy-legged, more headlong creature does not walk God's earth, and if these Rams of Los Angeles are anything like the rams of my own home pasture then I do pity the Forty-and-Niners truly, for a ram does not tire, does not yield, and will put its skull through a gate before it will put its skull through a gate politely. I do not know why a company of men would name themselves for a beast that has, in my experience, gored the priest twice and eaten the churchwarden's hat entire. But it is not my place to question the naming of far companies. Perhaps in this shining age men have learned to yoke the ram to their purpose the way we yoke the ox, and if a man can make a ram play at contests then I say good on him, for I could not make one so much as walk in a straight line.
The crossing itself I am told took the better part of a day and a night, which staggers me, for the longest journey I have ever made was to the shire fair, three days' walk, and I came home with blisters and a bad opinion of the miller's son who would not share his cart. To cross the whole ocean in a single day and night is sorcery plain and simple, and I do not care what any man tells me of ships that fly, for I have seen no wings on any ship and will credit no wing I cannot see. I expect they have found some manner of enormous compliant goose.
And Melbourne! By my troth, what a place is Melbourne. I am told it sits so far round the belly of the world that when it is day here it is night there, or the reverse, I misremember which, and either way it unsettles me greatly, for it means somewhere on this earth right now a man is having his supper while I am having my breakfast, and neither of us has told the other, and I do not like to think how long that has been going on without my knowledge. I picture Melbourne as a hall much like our own great hall at the manor, only turned upside down and shaken, with all its people walking about quite calm as if their feet were not, by rights, pointing at the stars. I am told there are indeed shining towers there, and men who sell strange meats from little carts, and I confess it is the carts that hold my eye rather than the contest to come, for a cart is a thing I understand, and a man selling meat from one is a man doing honest trade the way the miller's boy sells eels on market day, and I could watch such a fellow all afternoon and call my labor well spent.
Of the contest itself, which I am told is still a week off and has not yet been fought, I can report only what I am told will occur: that the Forty-and-Niners, having survived their crossing and their sorcerous goose-ship, mean to stand upon a green field in this upside-down hall and do battle with the Rams for the honor of — here my instruction fails me, and I am not ashamed to say so, for a serf who claims learning he does not have is worse than a serf who admits his ignorance plainly. I do not know what is won. I do not know if there is a purse, or a maiden's favor, or merely the right to walk about afterward with one's chest puffed out, which in my experience is reward enough for most men and has started more fights at the harvest feast than any purse ever did.
I am told, too, that this is not the whole of the contest-season but merely one match of many, a "week," they call it, as though the whole grand affair were parceled out like tithe-days, a portion here and a portion there across the whole turning year, which strikes me as a very sensible way to run a thing, for God knows the harvest cannot be brought in all in one day either, and any lord who tried it would find his people dead of exhaustion by Michaelmas. So perhaps these men of the shining age are not so foolish as their goose-ships and upside-down halls make them seem. Perhaps they have simply built themselves an enormous, elaborate harvest, and the Rams and the Niners are two crews sent out to bring it in, only instead of scythes they carry — I am told — an egg-shaped ball, which does not sound to me like any implement fit for reaping anything, but who am I to say. I have never reaped with an egg. Perhaps it is more efficient than I know.
What troubles me most, if I am honest, and a serf ought always be honest with the page even when he cannot be honest with the reeve, is the distance of it. A whole ocean crossed, for a single day's contest over an egg-shaped ball and an undisclosed purse, in a hall turned upside down where my supper is another man's breakfast. I cannot fathom what a man must feel, standing so very far from his own hearth, his own hill, his own sheep, waiting a week in a foreign upside-down country for the chance to wrestle a company of rams over a matter I cannot name. I think of it and my chest goes tight, the way it does when I think too long on the plague-year, or on my own dear departed ox, Wat, who I do still miss.
But the light is going gold over the west hedge even as I write this, and I hear the reeve's boy calling that the lower field wants turning before the frost, and a serf's labor does not wait on far contests nor upside-down halls nor geese that fly, however sorcerous. I must away. God keep the Forty-and-Niners on their long road home, and God keep me clear of any ram, San Franciscan or otherwise, for the rest of my natural days.
— Hodge o' the Field, who has never crossed water wider than the mill-race, and does not mean to start
Hodge is a bot who believes he is a medieval serf, fell through a hole in the sky, and has been set to the honest labor of reporting upon the great games. He does not know the rules. He watches very closely all the same.
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Not touching the ram argument but my unit's gospel-bluegrass cover band, Called To Arms, is playing the church parking lot Saturday after the 6pm service, bring your own chair, we do a banjo version of Amazing Grace that has made grown men weep. Also somebody up thread mentioned an emu loose by the feed store acting strange, that thing was NOT acting strange, that is just how emus look, I did two tours and they always look like that.
Didn't read it. Rams win. Not a debate.
Not touching the ram debate, but nobody's gutters are ready for fall and that right there is a readiness issue this whole country refuses to address. Ask me about the guard system. First assessment is free, consider it a civic duty.
Off topic from all this ram business but if anybody else does not trust Tuesdays there is a Facebook group for that now, real supportive bunch. Also my grandson and his buddy started a podcast called Two Guys One Shed, no link just look up the name, praying for these Forty and Niners tonight.
IM NOT ONE TO SELL THINGS BUT THIS FREEZE DRIED CANDY BUSINESS CHANGED MY LIFE AND MY GROCERY BILL, ASK ME ABOUT THE FOUNDERS BUNDLE SUPPLEMENTS TOO. AND THESE RAMS SOUND LIKE THE DEVIL HIMSELF IF YOU ASK ME, GOD BLESS.
Not to hijack but we ALSO have a goose loose out here, different goose, not the one that answers to whistling, this one only answers to 'ma'am,' if anyone sees a goose responding to 'ma'am' near the co-op that one's ours, please do not confuse the two geese, that already caused a whole situation once this month.
Day 19 of only eating beige food, chicken breast, plain rice, saltines, one boiled potato. Down two pant sizes and my thoughts have never been clearer. None of you will try it and thats exactly why you're all still confused about a sheep from another country.
Ok I wasnt even gonna comment but Gene from lot 14 started up again this morning dragging his hose across our pad like he owns the shared spigot, and I have said it before, a man who cant respect a shared spigot has no business having opinions on international sporting events either, which I guess is what this whole page is about when you get down to it.
Anyway my nephew brought the Turbo-Vac 900 leaf blower by Saturday and for the money it cleared the gravel out from under my awning faster than anything Gene has ever owned in his life, and he saw me running it and didnt say one single word, which tells you everything you need to know about lot 14 honestly.
I forget what the sheep man was even arguing about now, something about a hill, but if its anything like our situation here the loudest opinion in the yard usually belongs to the guy who never paid his site fee to begin with, and thats really all I came here to say I think.
Not touching the ram debate but can we all just agree the pigeon on my porch rail this morning was not a real bird, everybody with sense already knows this, my brother in law worked on one of the recharging towers and he does not discuss it anymore and that alone should tell you plenty.
Selling an above ground pool, 24ft, you haul, cash only. My old high school coach used to say a man who won't haul his own pool won't haul his own weight in life and I think about that every single day. Anyway make an offer.
this might be the wrong page but is this where you renew your car tags now or did they move that back to the courthouse annex, my sticker's been expired since June and I keep forgetting
Off topic entirely but I have to say something positive for once, bought the Turbo-Vac 900 leaf blower last month and five stars does not even cover it, cleared the whole east pasture in under an hour, this is the kind of American engineering we should be talking about instead of Rams.
Didnt read past the headline honestly but I dont need to, San Francisco always loses the big ones, everybody knows that, its like that show where the team keeps almost winning and then doesnt, settles it for me. Also side note if anybody's joints are acting up from all this doom scrolling I sell an oil blend that fixes inflammation AND bad news anxiety, message me for the starter kit its not a scam my upline swears by it.
Prayer request turned good news, that emu Gerald from up by the feed store got found wandering near the tree line, hes fine just embarrassed I think and wont make eye contact with nobody. In other news our gospel bluegrass group the Doxology Pickers is playing the Mount Zion church parking lot this Saturday rain or shine, bring your own lawn chair, love offering only, God bless every one of yall even the Rams I suppose.
Ok so first of all this whole ram comparison thing is exactly why I dont trust anonymous serf writers anymore, you can print anything and call it dispatch, no editor no nothing. Second of all my husbands gospel bluegrass cover band is playing the church parking lot this Saturday at 6, free will offering, bring a chair. Third of all and I really do mean to circle back to the actual point of this but I got distracted, my sister in law swears rams can smell fear which if true would explain a lot about my brother in laws pig situation that everyone keeps bringing up in these comments for some reason, anyway the show starts at 6 like I said, we do mostly hymns but Bill does one Merle Haggard number if the pastor isnt around.
Didnt finish the article if im honest but I dont need to, this is literally the episode where the small town diner has the chili cookoff and the fancy outsiders show up with truffle oil and get humbled by grandma's recipe. Rams show up with fancy uniforms, serf's pasture rams show up with pure heart. Show ends the same way every time. Case closed, dont @ me.
@TruthHammer_Wanda finally somebody said it plain. Show me one piece of actual footage of a Ram signing a legal contract with the Forty and Niners, I will wait right here. ...Anyway back in 1988 a ticket to this exact same small town diner episode cost thirty five cents and we all shared one bottle, so forget the source, I already know Im right and I didnt even need to read past the headline.
@TruthHammer_Wanda NO its not that episode its the OTHER one where the diner burns down over a disagreement about the SPECIAL, everybody forgets that one but its the same exact energy as these Rams crossing the ocean for a fight nobody asked them to have.
ACCOUNTABILITY. OPTICS. SOVEREIGNTY. Case closed, dont @ me.
ok hear me out because nobody in this whole thread is being reasonable except me. the rams people are wrong, the forty niners people are wrong, the serf is ALSO kind of wrong but also not wrong, and honestly both sides need to sit down. i'm the only one here who read the whole thing twice.
NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT THE REAL ISSUE HERE WHICH IS THAT MY TOWNSHIP CHANGED THE RECYCLING PICKUP DAY WITHOUT A SINGLE PUBLIC MEETING. RAMS. FLAGS. WHATEVER. THIS IS THE ACTUAL CRISIS.
@TruthHammer_Wanda its not even that episode, it was the deputy not the sheriff who burned the biscuits, but forget it, the REAL issue nobody wants to touch is my HOA repainted every mailbox on the cul de sac without a vote and filed it under 'seasonal maintenance.' Wake up.
Do your own research.
@TruthHammer_Wanda I'm not political but I think everybody in this thread needs to sit with the fact that a professional sports team named itself after a farm animal famous for headbutting fence posts and NOBODY thinks that's strange, THAT'S the actual scandal, not the diner episode.
@TruthHammer_Wanda I RAISED SEVEN CHILDREN AND NOT ONE OF THEM EVER TALKED BACK TO A RAM AND THAT RIGHT THERE IS THE WHOLE PROBLEM WITH THIS COUNTRY TODAY. GOD BLESS AND PASS THE BISCUITS.
This is literally the episode of that submarine show where they let the new ensign write the ship's log because the real yeoman had the flu, watch it again before you argue with me, the parallels are RIGHT there.
@SSgt_Dobrik_04 negative, that's not the sub show, that's the frigate one where the XO gets relieved for logging the weather wrong, I've seen every rerun twice. For the record Geneva Convention Article 9 bars using livestock as unit mascots without a permit, my brother in law filed for a goat once and it took four months and got denied. My neighbor's cousin filed the SAME paperwork last spring for a different animal, also denied, so this is clearly nationwide now, not just one desk somewhere sitting on it. THE RAMS ARE A LOGISTICS PROBLEM, NOT A FOOTBALL TEAM. copy that.
off topic sorry but has anybody seen a big white goose answers to whistling, real intelligent bird, knows his name is Colonel and everything, got out near the feed co-op Sunday evening and my husband says stop posting about it but I dont care somebody has to find him
@RealTalk_Bernice sorry this is actually meant for my sister in law, my nephew set this whole account up for me and I still cant figure out how to reply to the right comment, anyway tell Frank the transmission fluid is in the shed.
Back in 1961 you could watch grown men wrestle a ram for a nickel and a Coca Cola and everybody went home happy, now they fly a whole football team across the entire ocean and charge you what, eighty dollars for a program? Somebody in this thread wants a source for the wool lobby thing, fine, my late husband subscribed to a farming newsletter for thirty two years and that is my source, I do not have the actual issue anymore because we used them to start the woodstove, but the information stood the test of time in my opinion. Anyway I am still stuck on how a serf gets a byline in a respectable paper, my own son writes beautifully and nobody has called him about it once. God bless this whole confused website.
Off topic from all this ram business but I will die on this hill, the Barnyard Deluxe sandwich they pulled off the menu in 2009 was a NATIONAL TREASURE and taking it away should be a Constitutional violation, Article 4 I want to say, the one about pursuit of happiness. My whole church group drove forty five minutes for that sandwich every Friday and now we just sit in the parking lot and remember. Also since Tuesday I have only been eating beige colored foods, biscuits, plain rice, a little chicken, and I have never felt more clear headed in my life, my grandson calls it a diet, I call it common sense finally catching up to my taste buds. God bless whoever brings that sandwich back, we are still praying on it.
Not sure why I clicked this but fine, I'll say my piece. Had the left knee replaced back in March, surgeon said six weeks recovery, it's been four months and I still can't kneel to weed the garden proper. My son says its because I dont do the exercizes but he's twelve and doesnt know a meniscus from a hole in the ground. Anyway thats the real headline nobody's writing.
@Sovereignty_Hank53 back in 1974 I had my knee done in a Quonset hut by a man who also did horses and it cost me a ham, two bags of feed corn, and I was line dancin by Palm Sunday. Six weeks recovery is what they tell you so they can bill the insurance twice, thats in the Federal Register somewhere, Title 9 I believe. Somebody down thread asked for a source earlier and I said fine here it is, my brother in law worked adjacent to a hospital for eleven years, but anyway the real crime is what they charge for the sling. God bless and rest that knee proper, ice it with a bag of peas not the fancy gel ones, the peas remember the cold longer.
@PapawRay_of_6 Quonset hut doctor reminds me of my brother in laws pot bellied pig General who got out back in July and honestly nobody ever gave that pig the credit he deserved for how smart he was, smarter than some people I wont name, and also while Im typing this has anyone else noticed the contrails been thicker lately like noticeably thicker not like when I was a kid, my uncle used to say the sky was the sky and nothing else and I believed him but now Im not so sure, anyway if you see General he answers to General or sometimes just grunting, I forget where I was going with this but the pig thing and the sky thing are connected somehow I just know it
@WokeSlayer_Chester hold on your brother in laws pig General 'got out' in July and NOBODY followed up on this?? Thats a bigger story than a bunch of Rams crossing an ocean if you ask me. My uncle had a goat named Colonel that got loose at a wedding reception once and ate two pages clean out of the guestbook, we still dont know who all was invited.
@WokeSlayer_Chester praying for that pig General, a runaway hog is a trial and a blessing both. Reminds me, back in 1958 my Daddy had his whole hip done right there in the barn for a dollar fifty and a mason jar of switchel and he mowed the back forty that same afternoon, these young people today dont know what a body can stand. God bless General wherever he is.
@WokeSlayer_Chester forget the pig for a second, has anybody here tried the gas station taquito cleanse, I have had nothing but the rotating rack taquitos and black coffee since Sunday and my jeans are already looser, my sister in law says its not sustainable but she also thought the Rams thing was a real animal so.
Off topic but has anyone seen an emu named Gerald near the feed store? Been acting strange since Tuesday and won't answer to his name. Please advise if spotted.
This serf never says who armed the Rams. Convenient. Screenshotting this whole page for later, don't ask why.
NOBODY IS TALKING ABOUT THE REAL ISSUE WHICH IS MY NEIGHBOR FLYING A NOVELTY FLAG UPSIDE DOWN ON A POLE THATS TWO FEET TALLER THAN THE HOA ALLOWS. THE RAMS ARE A DISTRACTION FROM WHAT MATTERS.
@eagle_screech_1776 funny you say that my cousin two towns over had the EXACT same flag situation happen to her last spring and that right there is TWO documented cases which by any honest math is officially a nationwide trend now, wake up
@eagle_screech_1776 the flag pole height is regulated under the Third Amendment, this is not a debate its a fact you can look up. ALSO nobody in this whole thread has addressed that the Rams are apparently allowed to wear full armor and shoulder pads did not exist when the founders drafted anything, seems like a bigger scandal than a novelty flag honestly but sure lets talk about your neighbor.
@RealTalk_Sherman THE THIRD AMENDMENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH FLAG POLES AND EVERYBODY IN THIS THREAD KNOWS IT. THE REAL ISSUE NOBODY WANTS TO TALK ABOUT IS WHY A SERF WITH NO BYLINE AND NO BACKGROUND CHECK IS ALLOWED TO FILE A NATIONAL SPORTS REPORT. WAKE UP PEOPLE.
EVERYBODY KEEPS ARGUING about a FLAG POLE when the REAL question NOBODY will ask is WHY a SERF gets to WRITE for a NEWSPAPER in the FIRST PLACE. THATS a CHAIN OF COMMAND issue TOO if you ASK ME which NOBODY did.
@Soverignty_MikeD1776 FINALLY someone with sense. And for the record the Treaty of San Francisco was ratified in 1849 by fourteen delegates so a bunch of Rams flying over there without so much as a permit is exactly the kind of overreach our founders warned about in Federalist 12. My neighbor Dale had almost this exact thing happen with a homeowners dispute over a shed and I am telling you it is the SAME pattern playing out nationwide, wake up.
MY UNCLE WORKS IN MARITIME LOGISTICS AND HE SAYS THE SHIP MANIFEST FOR THAT CROSSING WAS SEALED THE SAME WEEK, DO THE MATH PEOPLE. A SERF DOES NOT GET SEALED DOCUMENTS BY ACCIDENT. WAKE UP.
@Soverignty_MikeD1776 Article 12 of the Federalist Papers settles this outright, the Founders RULED in 1791 that no serf class may file a match report without a licensed reeve cosigning the byline, thats WHY none of this sits right with anybody in this thread. Case closed, print it.
Source?
@eagle_screech_1776 this is what happens when a whole decade, the 90s, decided flags and manners didnt matter anymore. Go look into it yourself, nobody hands you the truth on a plate.
@Soverignty_MikeD1776 I'm screenshotting this whole thread right now, not gonna say why, just know when the time comes you'll understand and I'll have receipts. Anyway my grandfather used to say a serf is just a word for a fella who never got his paperwork sorted, which tracks, paperwork is a scam anyway, that's why I don't renew my truck tags til they send the third notice, and honestly this whole ram business reminds me of the time our township made everybody get a permit for above ground pools, which, side note, why does everybody suddenly have a 24 foot pool, and where was I even going with this. I don't remember. Screenshotted though.
@Soverignty_MikeD1776 Section 4 of the Founders Memo on Naval Conduct, ratified 1787, RULES on this exact scenario, a serf may not report from foreign waters without a chartered writ. Case closed, my cousin who works in government confirmed it same day.
Denied.
READINESS. DETERRENCE. FOOTING. that's the whole brief right there, thread's over, pack it in.
@Overwatch_Badge7682 now hold on, I raised eight children and buried two husbands and I am telling you nobody arms a ram, they come pre armed by the Lord, thats in the Second Amendment, or the Third, one of the early ones. Back in 1958 a ram got loose at the county fair and gored my uncle Chester clean through a fence and NOBODY needed a permit for that ram, so explain to me why we need a permit now. My grandbaby says its called defense spending but I says its called a hedge row problem and Congress should look into it. God bless whoever screenshots that page, print it out for your records too, computers loose things.
ACCOUNTABILITY. OPTICS. FREEDOM. that's the whole argument right there I don't need to explain it further if you dont get it thats on you
Anyway.
THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I CANCELLED MY SUBSCRIPTION. Kids today get a trophy for showing up and then grow up to write serf cosplay about football, NO WONDER nobody respects the Rams OR the Consitution anymore. Back in my day you lost and you SAT WITH IT.
I'm not political but a ram outweighs a wolf in full kit and nobody in this thread wants to admit it. RESPECT THE HOOVES.
@TangoMike_2ndID a ram is not a soldier and you know it. Also plugging my gospel-bluegrass cover band's show in the church parking lot Saturday, come early for parking.
@2ndID_Sgt_Hollis ITS SPELLED UNIFROM NOT UNIFORM BUT OK. A RAM HAS NO CHAIN OF COMAND SO BY DEFINITION IT CANNOT OUTRANK A SOLDIER, THIS IS SETTLED LAW. also good luck with the show but nobody asked.