When you’ve lived in America for over fifty years, any evidence of reasonable sanity encountered in a foreign culture can seem … foreign. Everything may look reasonably similar – the place has cars and shops and functioning gravity – but then you run smackdab into some affordable healthcare or an educational TV show, and reality becomes distorted. It’s like the uncanny valley of visiting one’s grandmother only to find Sophia Loren dressed in Grandma’s yoga pants instead. It feels familiar – the hard candies and copies of Guideposts are still there on the coffee table – but the mind struggles to accept this shapely anomaly in the space ordinarily filled with Meemaw.
The righteous and 3/4 crazy American shit-kicker with a garage full of Walmart AR 15s is a cultural cancer that isn't going away sort of civil war 2.0. The police are paranoid and the schools are war zones. Yeah, issue 61 year old, nearsighted Mrs. Grundy a 9 mm semi automatic machine pistol, give 'er standing orders to defend the parameter south of the playground and wish 'er luck. That passes for a solution in post-sane America.
Hey Ash, gotta say, really loved this one... 'used to be' indeed! America has become even more bizarre since you left us!!! Happy New Year, my old friend...oops, I didn't mean old, I'm old, you're not really old... YET!! Lynnly
I wanna hear your take on reenactments in Cowpens