He would run about draped in rags, covered with fresh dirt from the surrounding fields and wooded yards, behind which stood the graveyard, as he screamed his words of condemnation while racing wildly toward the teachers, adults, and the horrified children. Many residents were terrified all around, and the talk began to race throughout the neighborhood.
So it seemed, he enjoyed coming out every Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday night. The police and anyone else who made the effort, could never seem to locate his exact place of abode on any given day. About the time that the churches got all into it, and the preachers began making mention of it to their Sunday congregations, the old man strangely disappeared. Even the best trackers among the local police failed to locate any sign of him, as did their concealed trail cameras, airplanes, and such. I never heard what eventually happened to him. As I motored on past the school, I could not help but just chuckle to myself in recollection to this now long since past event..
Truthfully speaking, there was a shockingly blunt honesty in the old mans spoken words. The wife and I made mention of the scenario in delightful recollection, as we motored on passed an obvious middle aged man dressed in a woman's summer dance dress, holding another man's gently clutching right hand. The state owned schools were guilty of contaminating the minds of our impressionable youth by claiming that obvious acts of indecency and sick perversion were positive, and that wholesome lifestyles and Christian accommodations, were evil.
Maybe the true sanctioned authoritarian intention in it all, was to bring about a calculated destruction of our beloved nation, its heritage people, and its culture, both morally and increasingly, economically. Elders had been saying these sorts of things for many years now, since degeneration has been noticed in social culture at large with the youngest of children in schools being ordered to interact with the lowest forms of base humanity on earth, the representative films glorifying what amounted to social degeneration, similar literature, even the so called "modernist" architecture, and virtually every other form of artistic expression. Laws and rules of every sort commanded the public at large to accept this obvious degeneration as "modernist," and "progressive," rather than the true source of destruction for cultures, people, and empires all the way into the farthermost reaches of human history. The lies in this command were clearly obvious in the fact of being, but who specifically was pushing it, was the obvious question being asked behind closed doors by a numerical minority in the general population?
The more that I gazed about at the landscape and upon the people, the more that I strongly desired to return back into the days of righteous bliss and wealthy enlightenment, now gone for all eternity, so it was appearing, all bearing a shadow of reluctance on part of those whom analytically observe. Maybe that realization was what I was really in search of here.., a return back into what was not so long ago, and all of the positive opportunistic advantage that have been lost in the last thirty years alone.
"You O.K?," my wife glanced back and inquired of me, as I sat quietly enveloped in my own deep thought.
"Yeah, sure," I replied. "What do you think that this world here is all coming to?"
"I don't know," laughed my wife. "I guess it is all like asking the question of why was that man with another man, rather than a woman? What does that sick looking thing have that a woman doesn't, and a man wants, needs, or even gives a damn about? Something there about the entire bloody equation is just obviously not right. Maybe the doctors are putting something in this so called medicine that they are so quick in prescribing to everyone? Maybe the babies are being injected with this negative element that is promoting this emerging homosexual state of mind, in the name of population control, eh? Something is corrupting the world around us, and the devil damn sure has to be in the mix somewhere, since it is so unnatural."
She laughed as she spoke the last sentence of her inquiring words.
Both of us chuckled as we continued to motor on down the road, plugging along in our destination. As we rode down main-street, even here it was all apparent that our own present town, called Prospect Mills, had dramatically deteriorated in a relatively short passage of time. Most of the storefront businesses had boarded up tightly, radiating the feeling that the last nail driven in was intended to hold for all time forward into immortality. On the right hand side had once stood the dance studio; on the left, a funeral home business that had dominated for over a hundred years; all now boarded up for many months past now.
Out from where it was that our car ran past, on the left hand side, once sat a very small majestic lake, complete with a surrounding lakeside neighborhood, extending wooden piers and boat docks backward into an enveloping lake draped lovingly in the arms of adoring weeping willow trees...; all now standing on dilapidated, completely dry land, that seemed to be enjoying a reclamation by the young towering scrub oaks, bamboo briers, and towering lob-lolly pines. A deteriorating dam that had collapsed in the center seemed to be the source of the problem, but the funds for it's much needed repair seemed to loom in what was becoming so dramatically apparent.., a disheartening mirage in the distance beyond.
"What do you make of it all, my dear?," I sarcastically inquired of my wife as we both glanced out of the car window.
"All of it comes from taxes, and taxes come from people being gainfully employed in secure jobs that pay realistic living wages. Just take a look at how many factories have all closed down, and been closed now for a number of years, without even as much as an attempt at bringing in any enterprise to replace them. At least I still have my job, John boy, and for that much, I am very thankful," she replied.
" Yeah, I know, and most local business people tell me that the real reason that they are going out of business is because of these extortionist taxes, expensive mandatory permits, and all of these gross mandatory insurance requirements. They say that they are all operating only on thirty cents out of every dollar earned. This negativity is about the same for a workers wages nowadays as well."
My wife chuckled aloud at my words as we continued to motor on down the road toward our destination.
" And when people try to reduce their overhead so that they can live on those few cents remaining, there is always some sort of a regulatory mandate that tries to prevent them from doing so. You can't rent your rooms out in your own house. You can't use your own crafted lumber to build with. You can't put an attic room in your own damn home. You can't even build a tool shed on your own damn property. Yet these pathetic, greedy pigs running this town and the state, all do absolutely nothing to create real jobs; the situation at large is simply insane to me! If people want proof that God exists, then examine the fact of an economy holding up as long as this one has, when leaders have violated every law known to economic and moral science.
" What is the real sense in continuing to live in the US anymore, if the entire country is so corrupted and ruined now by the outright incompetent fools who are in control, with the authority that we elect on the pretense of safeguarding our own interests, supporting our extortionist adversaries once they attain office? Hell, we didn't tell them to take out huge loans at the Federal Reserve, so who do they think that they are forcing the installment payments for these loans back down on us, the proletariat? I just don't see the advantages in continuing to live in the US anymore for those that have accumulated assets, to be frank about it," she said as we rode along.
As we cruised on down the highway, both of us could not help but to take notice of the overgrown farms, dilapidated corn silos in front of entire fields that had been overgrown with scrub and dog fennel, with small maple trees sprouting up here and there throughout the low growing area. All of the fields gave the appearance of being allowed to lie fallow for two or three years, maybe even more. The sight was absolutely shocking. An overwhelming majority of the homes appeared to be overgrowing with vines and grass, long since out of control. Most were boarded up tightly, giving the appearance of have been so for innumerable years. Not even a shivering skeleton of a single dog ran about, as far as I could tell from the passenger seat of our car, as the wife drove along skillfully dodging the ridiculous number of pot holes in the road.
"Wonder where all of the people are?," I inquired with a sarcastic air in my voice, just trying to make light of all these negative appearances surrounding us.
"Couldn't stay here," replied Maria. " The farming administration crashed, and people simply could not make a living from doing it any more. All of the factories shut down and went overseas, so that they could employ slave labor instead of paying living salaries in America to US citizens. The few corporations that did remain on US soil cried that they couldn't compete with entrepreneurial citizens starting their own businesses, so they paid the politicians to pass regulations raising costs dramatically to discourage self employment. How were the people going to make a living here?"
