Dec 062015
 

Suddenly, everyone’s a warrior in the war against terror. That is of course only the terrorists attacks that 1. Don’t involve white male American terrorists, and/or 2. Aren’t likely to actually happen in the first place. Take inspiration for the protection of the homeland from some Facebook posts from early this morning. Here you’ll see the batshittery we’ve devolved into in this country.

It started with this fairly incoherent post, which I mostly just ignored after assuming the person who wrote it was either high, drunk, or both.

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So, I’m sure you can understand that, right off the bat, I’m a little concerned. I’m still trying to figure out what are the “…very wages of defense…” and especially the part about, “…that I as well with just cause and overwhelming belief in Liberty and Justice for All so solemnly swear, amen.” Of course that whole part about “liberty and justice for all” applies, in his mind, to only white, straight, male, Christians who believe exactly as he does.

But it gets better. Out fearless defender of everything righteous and holy that is Uhmerika is out-right inviting the jihadists to come to his house so that he can personally kill them.

But what I enjoy is how they are all big talk until it’s time to put up. Invite them to go sign up, and you can see the vitriol that follows that invitation.

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Apparently, this person actually believes the terrorists are going to come riding down main street in Kings Mountain any day now, and he and another friend are prepared to take them out just as the partisans took out the Nazis in WW2…because that’s who defeated Hitler…the partisans.

Naturally, this person and another, go on to explain how their age and current physical condition prevent them from serving or they’d definitely go sign up. Well, physical condition is pretty much something one can change and improve, and there are no age restrictions with some of the contractors I know providing “support services” to the war on terror. But that wouldn’t actually cross their minds.

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When you get to the part about “God given ability that seems to kick in and kick ass…” part, you have to start wondering about whether this person should be allowed to own a gun, but I’m pretty sure he owns several, and lots of ammunition…for the imminent and certain attack of the jihadists on Gold Street in Kings Mountain, North Carolina. For those of you not familiar with Kings Mountain, and more specifically Gold Street, there is an important landmark the city built a few years ago right at Gold Street and one of City’s main streets.

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Now I love my hometown, and lots of the people who live there were great positive influences in my life. I’m not making fun of my town…it’s a small southern town that was too dependent for too many years on textile manufacturing, and a lot of good folks there are doing the best they can to bring it back. What I am making fun of is the belief that a few people there have that they need to be concerned that a terror attack in Kings Mountain is imminent. It is a town that has welcomed Cambodian and South Vietnamese refugees in the past. Some live just down the street from my mother. I don’t know if there are Muslims living in that community, but if there are, I fear for them, because people like this will eventually go instigate a situation so they can feel all brave and manly and heroic.

I try to muster feelings of sympathy for people who suffer from this kind of mental pathology, but I just can’t anymore. It’s tiresome, and it is embarrassing coming from people in a country that was once able to build the greatest industrial power the world has seen. From a country where each generation used to get smarter and richer than the previous generation. It’s people like this who are cowardly, and need an enemy to hate and blame for their misfortune. And they are people who are too lazy to learn and understand the very real issues we face today, and demand that our leaders deal with them. They’re barricaded in their homes with guns and ammo on their laps just waiting on the terrorists to show up at their door (if Obama doesn’t come by first to take their guns), tuned in to Fox News taking their cues from an Australian media mogul with an agenda all his own.

I also no longer have sympathy because these are the kind of ammosexuals who demand that every single person be permitted to have any type of and as many guns as possible, and who all believe they are responsible, sane gun owners. One doesn’t have to read too far in these posts to think this guy’s neighbors need to be the ones living in fear, not all the jihadists converging on Kings Mountain.

A Visit to North Carolina

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Nov 102008
 

No blogging last week, as I was on the road from Monday to Friday. I drove up North Carolina because we had a business meeting in Burlington Wednesday, and then I took two days off, visited Mom and drove home. It was actually a pleasant week.

Bridges Barbecue SignI drove up Monday to Kings Mountain and spent the night there with Mom. We had dinner at a local landmark, Bridges Barbecue in Shelby. I asked, and it turns out they have been in business for 64 years. They cook a certain amount of pork (the only real barbecue meat) each day, and once that’s gone, they just close up. They start the meeting slow cooking the night before each. They also have the classic red barbecue slaw, and some of the best hushpuppies you’ll find anywhere. It’s the kind of place where you go and always run into people you know…especially my Mom.

Tuesday, I drove to Burlington for the Wednesday meeting, and Tuesday evening drove over to Greensboro to have dinner with a long time friend, Mark. We had dinner at a place in the downtown Arts Center. It was OK. A friend of Mark’s sat down with us, and we went through two bottles of wine talking about the election. Mark’s friend was a history major, so it was an intelligent conversation, even though he was a Republican. They were not showing the results in the bar in this place, and Mark does not have a TV, so I just turned on the TV long enough when I got back to the hotel room to see that Obama had won. It was sort of nice being uplugged from that.

The business meeting went very well Saturday, and then I drove back down to Kings Mountain to Wednesday and Thursday night. It had been fairly cool and rainy Tuesday, but the rest of week was just perfect fall weather. I washed windows for Mom Thursday, and we visited LeeAnn in the afternoon. I drove home Friday, and made pretty good time.

The fall leaves were beautiful and seemed to be a peak, so I took some pictures which you can see by visiting this page.

Explosion of Color

Jun 052008
 

I’m from a small town, Kings Mountain, North Carolina, just across the South Carolina state line. It’s right off Interstate 85. Recently my Mom sent me a clipping from the local paper. It was mostly about a church event (I maintain their website), but the main article on the clipped page was about an effort to restore the downtown local theater. This started me thinking back to the downtown where I grew up, and considering how it’s changed.   

The old Joy Theater is right in the middle of downtown. The main drag through downtown is bisected by a railroad track…so we sort of have two main streets, one on each side of the tracks. The Joy is on the corner of Mountain Street and Railroad Avenue. The other main street is Battleground Avenue.

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Thanks And Giving

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Nov 272005
 

Forever on Thanksgiving Day the heart will find the pathway home. -Wilbur D. Nesbit

I suppose it is almost obligatory to write something about Thanksgiving around this time. Like many of you, I traveled over the holiday. I drove up to Kings Mountain, NC Tuesday to spend the holiday with my mother and sisters. We returned to Tampa Friday in an effort to miss traffic.

This is a time of reflecting and “giving thanks” for our blessings and one of the things I’m most thankful for is that my immediate family remains intact, and that I still have a home and hometown to which I can return. The parents’ of an old high school friend of mine died some years ago. He now lives in Asheville, NC and his sister in Charlotte. He made a comment a few years ago about how sad he was that for the first time, he really had no reason to go to Kings Mountain for the holidays. Because of the tight relationship I have with my family, and the love for the small town in which I grew up, I thought that was very poignant, and that is not a feeling I want to experience any time soon. So I’m thankful for home and family.

Thursday night, Lay and I went out riding around, and I pointed out so many of the local landmarks that were part of my growing up years. Being that it’s a small town, I could tell him who (at least) used to live in nearly every house in town. Not coming from a small town, he doesn’t have the same frame of reference to understand that, for all the drawbacks of growing up in small town, there are many benefits to knowing nearly everyone in town.

With a twelve-hour drive home, I had ample time to reflect on Thanksgiving and what this time of year means. I personally have had an OK year. There are things in my life that I wish were different, but on the whole, I am very blessed. So it seems almost curmudgeonly to think about what a bad year it’s been from a societal perspective.

The first thing that leaps to mind is the storms of the Gulf Coast and destruction they wrought. Then there is my disagreement with the federal government position on so many social issues from Gay rights to funding for social programs…and there is the on-going conflict in Iraq.

But for all of that, most of us in America have much for which to be thankful, especially if you consider our situations as compared to so many around the world and here too.

So I think the “thanks” part of Thanksgiving is the easy part. It’s the “giving” part that is often a little more difficult.

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