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By KC Wildmoon:
a road runs through eufaula
Progress. What exactly is it? For some, it’s a change in attitude, an enlightenment. For others, it’s new technology. Still others look to business development. And sometimes, they all come together — roads can do that quicker than anything. And they can change how we view it as well.
Such is the case in Eufaula, Alabama, a quaint town once known as a major inland port on the Chattahoochee River.
the old roads
Way down in west central Georgia, in Meriwether County, there’s tiny little unincorporated village called Imlac. I know something of unincorporated hamlets, as I hail from one myself, but Imlac is so small that the Census Bureau has no population data for it. It barely exists, but there is a sign on State Route 85 and it looks just like the one in my hometown, with the exception of the name. “IMLAC”, it reads, and right beneath “unincorporated”, which simply means it’s not a city.
another beach tale
Between 8th and 9th Avenues North, between North Ocean Boulevard and the King’s Highway, there sits a big old empty lot, different from other empty lots only because of the zipline installed in its western end. A smaller, completely empty lot sits across the street between North Ocean Boulevard and the Myrtle Beach Boardwalk, which is now made of boards, although for the entire time I knew it, the walk was dirty concrete except for a section in the Pavilion’s courtyard. Didn’t matter to me. I was a hip, cool kid at the age of 3 and even later, when I was a gawky teenager who knew little beyond what I’d learned in books and that the beach was a great vacation spot.
Germany’s Bavarian Forest National Park and the Czech Republic’s Sumava National Park lie on either side of the border between those two countries. The German park is in what was once called West Germany, and the Czech park, of course, was once in Czechoslovakia. Since the Iron Curtain figuratively came down, so too have the barbed wire and electric fences that separated communism from capitalism. Germany and the Czech Republic have gone so far, in fact, as to create a wilderness area along that once-heavily harmed border, a place where red deer and other animals of the mountains could be themselves. Problem is, the deer won’t cross the border, even though there’s nothing stopping them.
I wouldn’t be writing about this now but for the 1996 Olympic Games. They were in Atlanta, you may recall, although probably the only thing you remember is the bomb Eric Robert Rudolph planted at Centennial Olympic Park. We didn’t know that at the time. Instead, we all blamed a luckless security guard who probably kept the death toll at one when he spotted Rudolph’s bomb. But before that, there was Cobb County.
So a southern evangelical Christian star of a reality TV series about his backwoods family got his ass suspended from said television series (on A&E, in case you’re wondering) for quoting the bible and comparing homosexuality to bestiality and the like. I don’t know which part of that sentence that least surprises me. Maybe the A&E part. Not that the network suspended Phil Robertson, but that he was ever on there to begin with. Or maybe not.
They are the true believers. They believe that they, and ONLY they, know what’s best for this country. They know beyond a shadow of a doubt that anyone who thinks otherwise is anti-American, anti-Christian, anti-right. This is why, when they hold protests, you’ll see signs about taking back “our country”. It’s why so many of them call for the impeachment of the president at every opportunity (or not) — they, and ONLY they, know what is constitutional and what is not. The president, not.
it's out there
I’ve had enough. Really. Enough. I’ve tried so hard not to write about this shutdown thing, not to even think about it. But it’s not working. Every day, it’s some new idiocy. The latest, Florida Republican Congressman Dennis Ross, telling us the GOP can’t back down now because of “pride.”
There is no “moral argument” for killing. None whatsoever. Think about it. Killing to prevent killing makes no logical sense. The drive to kill is always an emotional one, always colored by something other than reason. Killing is violence, no matter how it’s done, and violence is a crime of passion, always. Anger, hatred, jealousy, hubris, arrogance. A human being cannot kill another without that passion, and with it, reason is lost. The words “humanitarian” and “war” don’t belong in the same breath, at least not without the stipulation that they are irreconcilable.
in good we trust
I have been completely unable to write since July 20. OK, really July 16 because July 20 was just me moping because Helen Thomas died. That’s more than a month. I’ve taken a vacation since that time. Spent a week at the beach, watching birds. Sun, sand, salt water and seafood. Driving with the top down. Friends. Still, nothing. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I look inside, and I am completely empty. I see something outrageous and the best I can muster is a decidedly un-outrageous “Meh.”
Helen Thomas will always be a hero to me. None of that “shero” stuff. You’re either a hero or you’re not, no special designation if you’re a woman. Helen was a reporter, not a reportrix or a reportress. A reporter, a journalist. A real journalist. She covered 10 — count ’em — 10 presidents. She questioned John Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton, George W. Bush and Barack Obama, all with the same sharp, penetrating style that made presidents and press secretaries alike uncomfortable because an honest answer might seem very impolitic.
just not that simple
George Zimmerman was found not guilty by a jury of his peers, our American justice system at work. The jury of six women — now that’s a travesty of justice, not that they were women but they were only six in number — looked at the preponderance of the evidence and found that the prosecution came up short. They were right. The prosecution presented one lousy case for second degree murder and upon realizing at the end of the trial it had presented a lousy case, said, oh yeah, you can consider manslaughter, too.
There’s nothing wrong with idealism. Idealists are our dreamers, our visionaries, the ones who keep moving us on toward better things whether we want to go or not. These are the folks who create entire worlds in their heads, imagining how things ought to be in a perfect world while many of us can’t even acknowledge things could be different from how they are.
Culture of Fear
Tuesday morning, you may have heard, there was an explosion in a maintenance shed at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport here in the Big Peach. It killed the power to Concourse D, so officials evacuated the folks there to Concourse E. When the power was restored, everybody went on their merry ways.
But lawdamursy, did Twitter ever light up.
Roots of Terrorism
He was walking along the street, minding his own business. Out of nowhere, he was attacked, stabbed over and over again with such force that the coroner said the wounds went all the way through his body. His body. Lying there, in a rapidly expanding pool of his own blood. He was dying, and he knew it. He didn’t know why, only that the life was flowing out of him onto the solid, gray concrete of an English street.
Law & Disorder
If you’re a head of household in little Nelson, Georgia, you’re about to be required to have a gun and ammo. If you want to, and if you can afford it. But not if you’re a convicted felon or have certain physical or mental disabilities.
The law is just a stupid as the reasons for it. The police chief, also the town’s only police officer, said he hoped the law would make Nelson safer…
My beloved colleagues in Teh Media sure get on my last damn nerve. Most of the time it’s just from sloppy work or jumping on whatever bandwagon is rolling by at the time, something along the lines of a pet peeve. Like when my Twitter list of political reporters blows up with some hashtag meme instead of actual reporting. Today it’s #Obamacareinthreewords, launched by that icon of credibility, Rep. Darrell Issa. It’s the second time around for that one — Rep. Kevin McCarthy launched it the first time last June.
We are barbarians. I can’t take credit for saying that, although I completely agree. My friend did that, just after I posted this video on my Facebook page.
I was all set to write about how Charles Ramsey isn’t a hero. But this, this makes me realize that I was wrong about that. Here I was thinking Ramsey, the guy who answered Amanda Berry’s cries for help, ending the imprisonment of three women in Cleveland, shouldn’t be called a hero because he just did the right thing…
Just saying that word is usually enough to trigger an onslaught of Teh Crazy. So I’ll wait while you get it out of your system. For the rest of us, here’s a video about kittens.
I don’t wanna get married. Never have, never will. OK, I know. Never say never. How ’bout this: I seriously doubt I’ll ever want to get married. That work? Good.
I tell you this because I’m about to talk about marriage, specifically same-sex marriage or (in the fine tradition of making sure you don’t say what makes sense and therefore must go ahead and say what you don’t want to say anyway) marriage equality. I’m about to ramble on about “marriage equality,” and I’d prefer you don’t think my position in favor is simply a case of wanting something for myself.