Appalachian Intellectual. To me that means plain thinking. I am A Non Commissioned Officer in the Army Reserves. Let me say...My views expressed here are mine and not those of The U.S. Army, Army Reserve or my fellow brethren in The National Guard. This is entirely Sua Sponte. This is My Thinking.
I'm single and in my mid 30's. Politicaly, I'm a Libertarian. (Again, Sua Sponte.I do not represent the Libertarian Party.)I love my native Appalachia, Rock n Roll and...I love God.
I started blogging for two reasons. I was concerned about the changes to the area I live in, Southern Appalachia and I was about to go to the war. I was in Iraq in 06 and 07 and now Kuwait in 11 and 12. Blogging was a means of documenting my experiences and hoping it would help gain clarity. I don't feel that way about it any more. It's said people write blogs because they are frustrated, that's why people read them too. That makes us sound apocalyptic. Are we? Let it be said, what I say here is of my own thinking. This is entirely Sua Sponte and not an official representation of the U.S. Military or the U.S. Government as a whole.
Since TV went digital, in order to fight terrorism, I only get the Greenville SC Station enough to pay attention. On the news down there all that they ever talk about is car wrecks and murders. Up here on the Asheville news you get that too, but it's more that someone is ticked off over someones dog. Most often a Pitt Bull.
I saw on the news this wail jumped up out of the water and snatched a woman, thrashing her around until her death. The park is hanging on to the wail. If that was a Pitt Bull, it'd be in the dirt already. In a world that thumps it's chest over zero tolerance anymore, it sure makes some exceptions.
Over in Hendersonville, AKA Hooterville, a Policeman shot a Pitt Bull in someones yard. I can't remember why he was there. All of the neighbors were upset, saying the dog was only playing. I never heard what came of it.
I'm not partial to Pitts, myself. I'm not going to tell some tourist trap what to do with their wail. It's not my place. Bob Barker might. It's ironic though.
I believe today was the 9th time I've seen snow this winter, maybe the 10th. I did Deer Hunt in one in the late fall. And snow has been laying in some places since the week before Christmas. No matter, the rivers are well fed, they're fat. The water table is healthy again after the drought and the rivers will have a good current for some time.
A fellar flies his airplane into an IRS building and the big debate is whether it's terrorism or what? As if the IRS hasn't harassed and bullied the American public for decades? It's more insanity for a crazy world and it's lacking in honesty. None of that silliness would have happened if we had a National Sales Tax.
Here is where I give the blanket statement, "I'm not condoning what he did"...No one ought to get hurt. I'm no moral authority. The point I'm attempting to make is, there is a more harmonious way of doing things.
I had Chinese take out for supper tonight. I mentioned to my buddy at work that that was my plans for supper. "Where you going? The place next to Food Lion (Food Tiger if your from Cherokee)?" "Yeah, it's on my way home", I replied. "Chow Meow? Is that what the call it?" He was being serious...Actually it's called New China. But, commonly referred to as the little Chinese restaurant, the new Chinese restaurant...I suppose that we'll start calling it Chow Meow now...That kinda sounded neat.
It's like the old man that said Food Tiger, you know he was meaning Food Lion. Which, sells diet Cran- Pomegranate juice now. Only place in town that does. So, I had Chow Meow and diet Cran-Pomegranate juice. My buddy made mention that Chinese food doesn't fill him up. That's what I wanted. Twister refuses to eat it before a Bear Hunt, but, has an appetite for Thia food afterward. Isn't that a twist? My buddy would have liked the ribs though. He's from Alabama and those folks do wonders to ribs. The best ribs I've ever had came out of Tuscaloosa Alabama.
Now, someone is going to say the old cat's and Chinese food joke...That is so...Go ahead, pick your own word. My ancestors came from Scotland, they ate Haggis. Big deal.
I was at my Stepsons the other day. My Grandson was watching some little video. It was supposed to teach vocabulary, blah blah blah and multiculturalism...Multiculturalism. Kids are taut to respect pop culture more than anything else these days. They don't even know their own culture.
Dear Mr. Kephart. I just read his book about the people of these Mountains. He painted no pretty picture, and it ain't. He was wrong that people here supported the Union "overwhelmingly". That's a myth. But his discussion of dialect ain't. Allot of what he wrote in that chapter is still alive and some of it...Well, maybe it's hidden in a holler. Terms such as seed, knowed, heared, year in place of years, double and triple negatives will slip from my lips. And, like the Indians that were not allowed to speak their own language in a boarding school, kids today are shamed if they say any of that in wrong company. We use our R's here and we place emphasis on the last syllables of a noun. We speak differently than the people in other regions of our perspective States. Just like Mr. Kephart said.
Eating ethnic and speaking Hill Billy. The Appalachianist
It snows every Friday. It's a really pretty snow out there right now. It's covering the old snow up. It's sitting on the tree limbs. Coming down all steady. It's Friday.
Last Friday it was ice. Allot of ice. Quite a few trees were broke here, including two on the edge of my yard. One of which came down on the power line. That got fixed.
For the life of me, I can't see why people believe that they must add difficulties to any given tasks. They must add some drama...A simple snide comment, or, unattainable standard...As if under normal circumstances is not enough. Oh, for the life of me...I do see why...They are not results oriented. Either for their own ego to be stroked in dysfunctional glory or the illusion that all is unattainable and they do not deserve reward. You reap what you sew...Sew your own fields.