Machinist @ Machinist @lemmy.world

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My god, I figure we're probably on the same side of the fence. You seem like you're some kind of angry and I don't know why.

There's so much racist freight in the south it ain't worth talking about. My banjo teacher's daddy was the grand wizard. Fucking for real, true statement.

I'm not racist. I've made deliberate efforts to include black folks (the primary other in my neck of the woods) in my personal and professional life.

I shook hands with a man today and told him goodbye. Iranian, he got out when shit went bad with the Shah snd the CIA and such. He owned the gas station down from my old house and expanded. We talked about getting old and staying working otherwise we'll die. We talked about his grandkids and how I want grandkids. I'm going to miss him a whole lot. He's a good man.

I'm a redneck, not a Yankee, and that's okay. I love my people even if they are sick.

Wait. I'm a traitor?

Like, I have an entire culture that I'm grieving. Warts and all. Grew up in this. I talk different, look different, eat different from like the rest of the USA. I'm pretty much a walking talking stereotype of a redneck.

What the fuck is up with you that you think that's a reasonable thing to say? Would Mister Rogers like the person you're being?

This will be hard to put into words. I figure it's a result of climate change/global warming.

There was an eartheir note in the smell when I was a kid. Now I smell more clay and piss, I think the piss smell is from the insects changing. I smell less oak and a lot more privet. Less walnut and pecan sharp smells. Lots of a green smell that I only used to know in high spring. Fungus and wood rot way more often. Something like cut grass even in February.

There was a constant whine and buzz. It was a background noise and is mostly gone. There was always knocking in the trees and it happens way less. The ground had a buzz and shuffle that is way less, even though big beetles move through.

There are new whinings, there's a deeper buzz.

It's all subjective, it's different, things have changed.

I'm trying to put words to this, but it's like trying to talk about the way water feels.

Appreciate the kindness. I kind of wish they all died early so I didn't have to see the rot.

Y'all watch out, be on guard.

Live well an full.

It hurts a whole lot. I can't find a cure for their sick and I've tried.

Bless her heart, I don't think she can help it. I don't think you can fix it.

We can't fix or help them. They're sick in a bad way and we have to move on and take care of the ones that will let us.

Yes. it was an incredible shock. 9-11 was less of a shock.

It's like a transmissible soul sickness that they willfully acquired because it seemed easy and it made them feel right and justified.

I'm moving on and trying to make peace with it. I'm trying to view it as a different kind of pandemic or an asteroid that came out the sky and smacked us.

Yes and no.

I'm country as a pinto bean sandwich. Yankees were people that lived in the north and talked different.

I used to have a lot of pride in my people. We are tough and proud. Able to endure heat that most people don't understand. Stretch a penny and squeeze a dime, fix a truck with bailing wire, JB weld and a coke can. Kind to others, stop on the road and help someone broke down.

Collard greens, corn bread, catfish, and a mess of green beans. There's bacon fat in the beans and they've been boiled down.

Black folks around, you say Ma'am and Sir to make sure they know you respect them. We're all people.

I started reading, left home, and lived near a big city for 20 years.

I come from profound ignorance. There's a good naturedness that seems to have left my people.

No, he's still sharp. This shit ate my parents, cousins, aunts and uncles. I've got one aunt that is still sane and she moved away when I was a kid.

"This is like a threefold death."

It really is. Grieving is a process and it comes in waves.

So many people I love fell down this hole. I used to listen to Limbaugh, everyone did. As I was coming out of bad religion, I stopped.

I'd like to piss on that motherfucker's grave. He killed my family.

The woman in that picture has some very minor canines.

The cat has some big ones.

Walking out of a unsuccessful deer hunt, I had an encounter with a mountain lion. Hissed and growled it away. Like totally a peak life experience. It was thinking about eating me and I convinced it otherwise. Did pull my pocket gun in fear.

😛

There is wisdom in what you say.

I tried to help them. I wanted them to see a way without the hate.

It hurts a lot that they can't come with me. I love them so much. It's not okay that I can't help them. My grandfather. My family. We make our choices.

They have become what they taught me not to be. I studied what they told me was the truth. They would crucify Jesus for being a pinko commie. Something changed and they aren't who they used to be. I have a lot of trouble trying to make peace with it.

I'm drunk as well. Fuck em. They chose not see things as they are and accept others for who they are. They chose to drink the poison.

Maybe I could have early on, but cousins would have probably unlocked it. Too late now. Now I'm just tired.

He may be orange, but he's yeller. Yeller bellied, new york city slicker, con man, lying, no account motherfucker. Fuck him and all his people. Hope he dies scared, alone, and confused in a prison infirmary with shit in his diaper.

I'm currently working outside my old home, preparing it for sell. Taking a break right now.

A little old lady just stopped to grab things I'm sitting by the road for picking. She has a daughter and grandkids that are running from abuse. They'll be getting a bunk bed and dressers from us. She likes pigs, we have pet pigs. I'm sitting aside some pig figurines that my girl left behind. One is a birdhouse that is full of piss ants, an invasive species. I poisned the fuck out them because they need to die. They're varmints.

I have a rat problem I'm dealing with due to the cat moving and a bag of feed being left behind. I'm using poison, traps, and a gun to kill the varmints.

I'm not going to take the time to watch whatever videos you're suggesting. Eating meat isn't rape. That is a stupid argument you shouldn't use. It is killing. I'm comfortable with killing.

I'm likely way more in tune with nature, animals, and trying to minimize my impact on the earth than you ever will be. Some of your ideology is poisonous and you are sick from it.

Humans have canines and binocular vision because we are omnivores. Meat and killing can be ethical, it's just difficult.

Wow, like you're pretty warped. Here we are with the rape stuff again. Raping children, no less.

You need to do some thinking. That line of argument isn't effective.

You're claiming this crazy shit and the above person and myself are actively working minimize the suffering of animals.

Go touch grass and pet a dog.

You might be right. When I was young; didn't meet vegans until I experienced big cities.