we aren't gonna cede peasant shit

coppicing? ours. meat rabbits? ours. spinning wool? ours. natural dye? ours. rainwater catchment? ours. parsnips? ours. bone broth? ours. wild mushrooms? ours. hedgerows? wattle and daub? musical saw? ours. stealing the goose from off the common? ours. sabotage? ours forever

grouse shooting? ours. brain tanning hides? ours. walnut ink? ours. homeschooling? ours. ancient religious rites? ours. runes? ours. medieval herbs? ours. whittling? ours. digging pits? bushwhacking? wicker men? midsummer? wassailing? that's never been anyone else's

haylofts? ours. pounding jute? plaiting? scrumping? flax? that's our shit. billhooks. seed saving. pumpkin moonshines. tasha tudor's cake floating down the river. indigo blueing? eel weirs? ours. longbows? crannogs? lovage? fermentation? pottage? that was never theirs. guess who

robin hood? ned ludd? watt tyler? the chartists and the diggers? moonshine? why that belongs to us and we'll have it all

hurdygurdies and all knots

yule? good luck with that, that's ours. pantomimes are ours and so is thatching. dairying. longships. anything related to the concept of cottages. the plow, and the stars above it. cider, pilgrimages, and fucking in any kind of shed. the 4H pavilion at the state fair

who made flannel? who ran the looms? why we did. that's who. maybe you've heard of us

who lives off wild meat? who supports our libraries because we're poor? who reads pedagogy by lanternlight? who drinks well water? who takes a huge bite of homegrown roasted eggplant and spits it out on his wife's artichoke plants because it's so old and bitter?

that's what the fucking far left peasant class does. we hate the rich and we'll never stop and we'll never stop stealing from them. you can't make agrarian things right wing because it's ahistorical and it's immaculate in modern times as well. here we sit, fully communists

those absurd trick jugs where you have to cover up the right number of holes or you get mead dumped on your lap. for that matter, mead is ours. https://twitter.com/cptbaker/status/1310783595607334913

*inaccurate not immaculate

dilly beans i'm afraid are ours and so is chowchow. barn hexes. quilts from scraps. george freaking fox. cranberry bogs. buying a wheel of cheese and splitting up between like 10 families. craigslist. sidewalk free piles, tatting lace, carving spoons, gutting fish, metal sheeting

tarring a goddamn boat. bottlefeeding a baby squirrel. hoop houses. cold frames. compost pits. owning a variety of mortar and pestles, tortilla presses, clay all over the world. single-purpose specialty kilns. reheating pizza on an engine. mild food stamp fraud. borax

any kind of a country wine is ours. halloween. any kind of dog meant for ratting. wrestling is clearly ours. silk worms are ours, and so is okra, and so are bean dishes. barn cats are ours. corn dollies, the extension service, and the wind in the willows

checking the weather forecast or reading an almanac? a fat tailed sheep. knowing about the testicles of the fat tailed sheep. an honest pint is ours, and there's been wars fought about that, and we won

a handmade soap or a handdipped candle. buying anything your neighbor made. a large animal inside the house, hanging laundry on a line, stealing cable, church rummage sales. mudrooms, barn freezers. all that shit is ours and we're laying claim to it. it's not for you

dolly parton is ours and so is gillian welch. marty robbins, doc and merle watson, the carter family. jean ritchie. poor people. those were poor people and they're on our side

everybody in the traveling wilburies and i won't explain why. greg brown and most particularly john prine

WOODY
ARLO
PETE

brian: did you already say (mumble)
me: did you say humidor? that's not ours
brian: no you freak i said HUMANURE

an apron so greasy you can't get the grease out of it. getting your shoes fixed at the actual cobbler because you poured goose grease on them and they're your only shoes. evacuating. knowing where you'd put your fat tail sheep in an evacuation. kindling, in general

anyway that's our stuff. i don't care what nazi shithead tries to stake their claim on old fashioned family values crap and pulaskis. no. youre staking your claim on white supremacy. peasants are an internationalist class of workers and our future stretches far beyond the horizon

and clearly (in a whisper) mother mary is ours as well