A Rose by Just Any Other Name, Wouldn't Be Naughty

Sometime over the past two or three days, the Divine Miss N and I were watching some odd something nor other on the soon to be defunct, non-digital television, when a fast moving choppy pictured ad came on for, actually I forget, either Dollywood or Pidgeon Forge. I'm not sure there's really any difference, but that's somebody else's beef to blog about. In this flickering fandango of advertising, flashed a view of Dolly Parton herself in a flaming, red-orange, dress. "Wow! Did you see those two big ol'e, orange pumpkins?", I asked Miss N. She took the comment good humoredly, probably because with all the flickering, choppy, picture shuffling of the commercial, there just might have been a couple of big ol'e orange pumpkins. Who could say?
So, it was ironic that when browsing through a rose collection a day later, I came across this big ol'e, flaming, red-orange rose, and lo and behold, it's name is Dolly Parton. Sometime soon, I'll repost my philosophical meandering about the irony of abundance. In short, where there is abundance, there is irony. None lost here, beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread who has more than his share of irony in his life, and abundance, of course. Here in the south, we are blessed.

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Naughty and Defiant; Good "N" and "D" Words

The last few weeks there was a lot of controversy about a tee shirt with the above pic on the front. It was even removed from the shelves and is no longer for sale. Well the naughty and defiant side of me says, "Screw that!". Do we still have free speech in this country? Does the truth sting the powers that be? What the heck?

Last weekender the Divine Miss N and I were cruising around the Blue Ridge Parkway and some discussion of our heritage and the way this shirt was being reacted to came up. We agreed that "Homeland Security" has been an issue for Native Americans since 1492, or earlier according to which version of history you buy into. So what's wrong with people selling the shirt that states the truth? Can anyone tell me? Personally, if I could get a large graphic made of this I would hang the poster in my office and have a shirt made and a jacket and anything else I could find to plaster it on.

Why do you think there is a Western and an Eastern band of Cherokee? Because the homeland was secure? I could go on and on, and usually do, but I'll stop here so as it doesn't get nasty. For now, defiance is enough, even here beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread who has been very very busy lately and absent from the interweb.

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The Bare Truth (A "T" Word)

This was the original artwork from which this blog logo was gleaned. I came up with it some years ago and actually passed it on to a friend to use as her private avatar. For the blog, I resurrected the graphic and cleaned up, or clouded up, the actual mooning part that the Beneath is beneath.

My second thoughts are, maybe I should have left the mooning part. But then, I might have to change the blog name to Beneath the Mooning Carolina instead of... well that sort of changes the whole perspective of the blog, or would... so. Maybe just leave well enough alone?

Maybe I shouldn't have shared this. Some secrets are better left as secrets. But then, some secrets are just too good to not share. I'll get to a few of those in due time. All in due time. Everything has its season, here beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread who enjoys a naughty edge to life, just so long as its not pushed beyond naughty.


Naughty is that twilight between nice and nasty, where people blush, but don't as yet feel compelled to complain.



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A Red Tail Raptor

I caught this majestic bird that sometimes soars at over 3,000 feet in altitude, coming to rest on a flag pole in the middle of a cemetery. I was on my way home from work when I spotted the huge Red Tail Hawk gliding to this perch. I pulled the car into the cemetery drive, parked directly beneath the flag pole, and took a few shots. He/she kept turning his/her head (hard to tell with this species) but I finally managed to get this classic shot. A magic moment in a magic place; beneath the Carolina moon.

Posted by Dread, who has been busy and a bit distracted.

Oops! (An “O” Word) I’ve Jumped the Track!

Oops! I’ve jumped the track and must get back on! This blog, or whatever your particular cultural flavor prefers to call it, began as having the south or rather THE SOUTH as its focus, or things southern, and particularly those things of the Carolinas (thus the blog name). On occasion it would stray off course to a point of interest; a perfectly acceptable practice, as long as it wasn’t too far and made a hasty return to the main subject. However, I’m afraid that I’ve strayed perhaps a bit too far. And, therefore, having recognized such straying, as in more or less completely jumping the track, I now herewith and with all sincerity, and other such bull malarkey, promise to hastily get back on track. (Hah! we wiped the smile off that train engine!)

One more however, however. HOWEVER, from the get go, I have made no beans about being a dedicated opponent of the Clintons, or anyone kin to them, or even wishing they were kin to them, such as the Clintonistas of New York (Obvious imbeciles!) therefore, any and every reader of this blog may, from now, or actually before now, anticipate that there will always be at least one post appearing on the front page of this blog that is Clinton resistant, until there are no Clintons nor Clintonistas running for public office. There my be other political commentary also from time to time, but I do pledge to get back to the main thrust of this blog, focusing on things southern, and particularly things Carolina.

In fact, I just watched an old movie Sunday evening that reminded me of several major southern, Carolina in particular, facts, subjects, and cultural eccentricities that I should be discussing here. Or for those of you who hail from places unsouthern, perhaps for your edification, my disseminations shall be of useful or entertaining value. I know more than one story of a damnyankee whose life was spared as a direct result of their clever and timely remembrance of some minor southern trivia. You see, here beneath the Carolina moon, even trivia is no trivial matter, and a gentleman’s word is his honor, and... oh nevermind.

A few of those stories will appear here sooner or later. For now, I’ve babbled on enough for one day and a single post. Next post, will be back on track, and maybe with a different train. Yah know, I still don’t remember reading that book as a kid. Must have been after my time. Train named Thomas? Nah. Don’t remember’im.

Posted by Dread who never leapt a tall building, but once rode a powerful locomotive, and has since, never been the same.

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