Social Grace

I've been struggling to find something nice and quietly southern and polite to put here. It's been difficult. The political climate, the mental state of "average America", the whole goofiness of day to day life, working in a nut basket, and maybe just getting older, all seem to be having a dimming effect on my sunny side. I don't like that. I like to be cheery, grateful for a chance to spread a little joy, exuberant even.

I'm not sure what to do about it. I try avoiding negative people, but not all of them can be avoided. Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, people just insist on being pukes and splattering on your shoes. So, for those people, I have come up with a solution.

This morning I ran off a hundred copies of the above postit note, then I went by the local Home Depot and bought a heavy duty staple gun with 3/4 inch staples (that's about 2 cm for you metric people). Today, when I run into one of those people that just insists on being a social puke, I'm going to staple the note to their forehead. I'll let you know how it goes. By the way the back of the note reads like this:

I'm feeling all sunny and warm already!

Dread

Embarrassment!

In yesterday's South Carolina Dummocrat primary, the Dummocrats lived up to their name and voted for no experience, no qualifications, no strong moral fiber of record, and instead cheered on empty rhetoric with their ballots. The one candidate with some qualifications, a track record, and a real cause to push, came in third place. Way to go dumboze! Thanks for embarrassing the whole state!

Thank goodness we have independents, Libertarians, and Republicans also in this state, to offset their votes in the general election.

That's all I'm going to say. I'll stop here, before my language deteriorates to the level of the Dummocrats' intelligence quotient!

Dread

Saving America One Blog Post At A Time

It is an election year. Even tacky and cheap shots you really have to excuse. So excuse me while I look for more.

I understand that some scientist figured out that yesterday was the most sad, depressing day of the year. They called it "Blue Monday". Okay. If that was the worst, then things have to get better from here, right? Hopefully, I'll be in a better mood before tourist season. I seem to have slipped into a cynical cycle from which I need to climb out, or better yet, snap out. I'll work on it. Maybe I just need to slow down and regroup. Life could be worse. At least I don't live in Minnesota. I think my outlook is changing already.

Dread

Happy Stonewall Jackson's Birthday!

Today we celebrate the birthday of that famous militray genius General Thomas J. Jackson, aka Stonewall Jackson. Since I have the day off from work, I felt I should pause to remember the great man and his many admirable qualities. I hope you too will pause to remember why we celebrate this date, here beneath the Carolina moon.

The Signs Do Not Lie!

This upstate South Carolina sign sums it up rather clearly, and simply.

Posted by Dread who of course chooses Prosperity!

It's TRUE! If you don't like our weather, just wait 15 minutes.

This is the kind of local weather set up that turns cocky sure meterologist into blubbering broadcasters who rely on the most technical language they can muster from their scientific background training. Which it turns out, is a convoluted way of talking about upper level wind shear and condensation rates, dew points, jet stream anomalies, etc., to essentially say, in a hidden coded way, "We don't have a #*s%king clue what the weather is going to do." But we locals know.

It might rain. It might snow. It might sleet. It might do all three, or any combination of two of those. Or, it may just stay cold, cloudy and miserable, and do nothing. That's just the nature of the beast, when a high moves down from Canada and a low comes out of the Gulf. It really depends on WHERE they collide. And that's the way it is, here beneath, the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread who stocked up on cans of salmon, milk, butter, onions, and potatoes to make a stew.

Grind This!

Locally, and I understand a lot of other places also, a tradition started a few years ago, called "The Grinding of the Trees". It’s become something of a ritual celebration, but actually is just everyone dropping off their tree to a station that grinds them up. The grinds are then allowed to season in huge piles and are given out for mulching trees and gardens. A ritual recycling, if you will.

I think its a nice tradition we've started. I hope it spreads. There are a few other things I would like to see ritually ground to bits. Understand, I'm not naming names or anything. I'm just saying...

Dread