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Couch Ridden

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I’ve managed to get myself a lovely cold.  I sound like that wascally Porky pig from Looney Tunes.  I hope to be back to normal in a few days.  I’m enjoying a pile of DVD’s though.  Right now, I’m watching The New World.  Tis a marvellous film involving my 11th great-grandmother, Pocahontas.   ;)

When 17th century explorer John Smith and a few men go up the river to trade with the Indians, he befriends the princess Pocahontas and they fall in love. While in love, Smith must obtain his duties as president of Jamestown fort and challenges to himself what is the better path for himself to take: stay with the fallen apart colony or go up the river and love Pocahontas in the wild. The Indians realize that the English do not mean to leave, so they attack. A few men at the fort decide to capture Pocahontas as a hostage so the Indians will not attack them. Smith is ordered to leave Jamestown by the King, and John Rolfe, a wealthy tobacco planter arrives at the fort. Pocahontas, now living there adapts to the English cultures and falls in love with Rolfe. She falls apart deciding who she is dedicated to, Smith or Rolfe.

Pet Peeve

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This afternoon I took my daily walk, as I always do.  After a few times around the block, I discovered a older gentleman going door to door with pamphlets.  I watched as he knocked on the doors and either handed the flyer to a neighbour or left it inside the door. 

He encountered me whilst coming back towards the road.  He slowly made his way to me, while wiping the sweat off his brow. 

“Hello, may I hand you a pamphlet?”  He cheerfully asked, as I greeted him and shook his hand.

“What is this about, sir?”  I asked whilst trying to scan the bleached out paper in the mid day sun.

“We’re trying to get the real facts out about what President Bush and John McCain have accomplished while in office”, he answered, as he smiled and continued forward.

“Ah, may I ask if you work for the McCain campaign?”

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, and replied, “No, I volunteer with a local Baptist association”.

“Well, thank you, sir…Try to stay cool in this heat…”, I responded whilst making my way towards the house.

I came in the house and laid the paper down on the desk.  I got busy doing chores and didn’t get around to reading it until about three hours ago. 

It gave legitimate facts about Bush, but what got me was the wording.  It used the words (if you want to call them that) Ya, Y’all, Darn, and Dang throughout it. 

It’s as if whoever wrote it was cogitating, “Welp, them Southerners will never understand real statistics or logical wording, so I’ll just dumb it down for them”.

Southern Americans inside the United States have the stigma of being stupid and  uncivilised.  Unfortunately due to circumstances that I could write a thousand words about, a large portion of Southern people are illiterate.  That does not mean that we are all eejits!  I rail against such notions.

I’m not mad at the man that handed me the flyer, for he was just trying to do his part for the community.  He has a right to his views as do I to mine. 

It is insulting to me and every other civilised Southern American.  Give me facts.  Give me the hard core statistics.  I’d much rather spend an hour going through a well formed report, than I had getting red faced over a thirty second scribble!

There’s one more wee thing that is bugging me.  What is a religious organisation doing dabbling in politics? 

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P.S.:  I let my Uncle look it over.  As soon as I get it back, I’ll put it in this post.  :)

Uncle Who?

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Some movies really do transcend time. I think good family comedies are as hilarious today as they were twenty years ago. In 1989, sister number one and myself went to see Uncle Buck starring John Candy, Jean Louisa Kelly, and the renowned Macaulay Culkin. I was seventeen when it came out and had to be bribed into taking my seven year old sister to see it. But, we both had a blast.

I thought that Jean L. Kelly was tottaly hot and my sister rambled on for weeks about Macaulay Culkin. This evening, I watched it with my nephew. He thought that it was hilarious but a little freaked out by the 80’s hairstyles.

Those were the days, when you could leave your front door unlocked without fear of someone stealing everything you owned. Some people are lucky enough to live in areas, where they can still live in peace. I mean, we might have had to worry about Russia nuking us, but at least we could leave our doors unlocked. :)