I’ve been waiting to learn what those cattle guys plan to use to power the pump in their new well. Half expected the site to sprout solar panels, but they went a more conventional – and expensive, and labor-intensive, but faster – route.
Okay, so they put an AC pump down there. Requires a generator for power, and somebody to tend the generator, but the flow rate is many times faster.
That old cistern was filling fast when I looked at it this afternoon. Doubt that Generac had the fuel capacity to run all night, so somebody will have to come by and turn it off tonight and then back on in the morning. But if they run the pump as continuously as possible, that tank should fill by sometime tomorrow. I’ll be interested to see if it really holds water, and if the connection between it and that stock tank still works. I know for a fact none of that stuff was in operation ten years ago, and it looked ancient then. On the other hand, hey, it’s concrete.
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They say that Louis XIV had the inscription Ultima Ratio Regum cast into all the cannon of the French Army. It means “The Ultimate Argument of Kings,” and that always struck me as one of the most honest and up-front things any ruler or would-be ruler ever said. “We can dress it up prettier than this, but when it comes down to the unvarnished truth this is what it’s about: You’ll do as I say or I’ll send my goons to kill you.”
I thought about that for a long time. If there’s an ultimate argument, it seems only logical that there must be an ultimate answer. For years I thought the ultimate answer must be the bullets in my rifle, but it never seemed quite right. I’ve got bullets – he’s got frigging Cannon Balls. I mean, if there were three hundred million rifles throwing bullets at him, then maybe. But we all know that’s not going to happen. So if there’s an ultimate answer to his ultimate argument, it sure as hell ain’t bullets.
It finally came to me – and that’s when I abandoned the city and most of my stuff, and gave all that was behind me a good stiff Randian Shrug.
The ultimate answer to kings is not a bullet, but a belly laugh.
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Hmmmm, let’s see. You’re losing a shoveling job. Perhaps you could get a job as “cistern/pump superintendent”. Make the best of the situation.
Just a thought.
Yeah, that’s something I’m going to suggest if I ever meet someone from the cattle operation who isn’t already mad at me. Truly, it would be a good idea – plus minimizing the chance my boys will run into one of those guys, since technically I’d be one of those guys.
Who cares if the Generac can run all night? Let the generator run out of gas, and find out how much water one tank of gas buys.