Driving down the supply side of the inflation equation.
All the way back into 1960s my grandfather owned a 400 acre in Florida, the government paid him to take the farm out of agriculture production and plant pine trees on it.
Pity they don’t honor the 10th Amendment and end all of these programs.
I am a farmer and yes I have some CRP ground. Usually it is the waterways or the edge of the ditch where they want a buffer or filter strip to keep fertilizer and herbicides from getting into the surface water.
Radar O’Reilly talked about getting money from the government to not grow something in After MASH ,LOL
Leave the land alone for a decade.
After the get the head count done they will know where to give land and housing to all the 5 million plus illegals.
I’ve got a spade and a pick-axe
And a hundred miles square of land to churn about
My old horse is weary but sincerely
I believe that he can pull a plough
Well I’ve moved into the jungle of the agriculture rumble,
To grow my own food
And I’ll dig and plough and scrape the weeds
Till I succeed in seeing cabbage growing through
Now I’m a farmer, and I’m digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I’m a farmer, and I’m digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
It’s alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air
Well, I farmed for a year and grew a crop of corn
That stretched as far as the eye can see
That’s a whole lot of cornflakes,
Near enough to feed New York till 1973
Cultivation is my station and the nation
Buys my corn from me immediately
And holding sixty thousand bucks, I watch as dumper trucks
Tip New York’s corn flakes in the sea
Now I’m a farmer, and I’m digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
Now I’m a farmer, and I’m digging, digging, digging, digging, digging
It’s alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air
Now look here son
The right thing to say
Isn’t necessarily what you want to say
The right thing to do
Isn’t necessarily what you want to do
The right things to grow
Ain’t necessarily what you want to grow
Your own happiness
Doesn’t necessarily teach you what you want to know
Well I’m suntanned and deep, so’s the horse
And my hands are deeply grained
Old horse is a-grazing, it’s amazing
Just how lazily he took the strain
Well my pick and spade are rusty,
Because I’m paid on trust to leave my square of cornfield bare
It’s alarming how charming it is to be a-farming
How calming and balming the effect of the air
When you grow what I grow
Tomatoes, potatoes, stew, eggplants...
Potatoes, tomatoes...gourds
-The Who (Now I’m A Farmer)
At the feed store…
“Welp, I’ve decided to not grow wheat this year. Not growing wheat should make for a profitable not -growing season. What’re you fellas not growing this year??”
“I’m not growing corn again this year.”
“I’m switching to a 10 year dont-grow-for-a-decade conservation payment!”
“Wait. The government will pay you and you don’t have to file paperwork every year???”
“Yep. I’ll be down in the Cayman Islands until 2033 not growing anything.”
There is farming in Wyoming? Who knew? I thought it all looked like Jackson Hole. /s
Fdr started this nonsence.
John Kerry: Farmers Need To Stop Growing Food In Order To Achieve “Net Zero” Climate Goals