So how are y'all handling this slow time of year? I used to consider the period between Prairie Pioneer Days and the fair to be the slowest for our Morris. And you might say we're pretty slow to begin with.
Then things got slower with the complete wipeout of PPD. It is mind-boggling that this was allowed to happen. Stuns me to this very day.
The Stevens County Fair has alienated me because I had a hard time adjusting to the community supper being on Tuesday instead of Wednesday. I'll repeat the story: I took my late mother out to the fairgrounds on Wednesday thinking the fair would be full-on. But I was surprised to find the typical Wednesday of the fair. And not only that, to see the "private parking" signs along the little road leading to the main fair parking lot north of the ethanol plant. (A landmark along there was the Michaelsons' "Mary in a bathtub.")
Private parking for the fair? Talk about being stunned again. So these little bumps in the road must be navigated in life. I don't even consider going to the fair any more. I thought Mom and I could grab a meal at the 4-H foodstand. Chalk it up to confusion. Stuck in my old habits maybe? Tough to deal with change? It is a challenge.
So this is the summer where the culture clash within America is intensifying, greatly. From the political left we have the endless gender awareness stuff and LGBTQ with the increasingly complicated vocabulary which I do not want to keep up with. Forget it.
I'm inclined toward the liberal end of the spectrum these days, overall, but don't come at me with the sexual orientation stuff any more. There's such a thing as being proper. Let's just prohibit discrimination and leave it at that.
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| Jason Aldean (bbc image) |
Commercial art is commercial, attuned to what gets the money coming in, and this relies on stereotyping a whole lot of things. Small town equals good, big city equals totally bad/disgusting.
Well of course it's a terrible oversimplification. But isn't this how the MAGA crowd behaves so much of the time? It turns them on. I listen to the talk from the middle section of our DeToy's Restaurant early in the morning. Republicans are good, Democrats are scumbags. How nice to have everything so cut and dried in life. (It's all males at DeToy's BTW.)
If Trump gets back in, he'll supply help to his good friend Putin and Russia might invade Scandinavia. Sweden is especially at risk. Are all you people of Scandinavian stock comfortable with that?
Comfort with verse
Anyway, to make life interesting I sat down for my morning coffee here at home - instant coffee with use of my trusty old microwave - and decided it was time to write some poetic verses again. A nice little pastime occasionally. Whenever I write poetry I have a generic sort of country melody in my head, so it all could be sung. No exception here.
With your indulgence I'd like to share my offering here which is inspired by the Aldean song and all its controversy, controversy which of course means money in the bank for the Nashville people. Congratulations.
There is no "hook" line in my poetry/song so I just use the title "Aldean's Big Song." He has broken through to be a mega celebrity now. Caprice is at work. There is no genius to his song at all. It just pushes some timely buttons to attract the MAGA crowd, the people who are amused by veiled lynching references.
This downward slide in our culture began with the Supreme Court nixing the Voting Rights Act. John Roberts claimed we didn't need it anymore. He was wrong in absolute spades. I invite you to read my poetry/lyrics here, and thanks.
Is there hope for America? I'm really not sure.
Just what does it mean
When Jason Aldean
Says life in the cities is worthless
That life gets you down
Outside the small town
To be in the city is fruitless
How can he just rush
To use a broad brush
And lump all those places together
Now I could be wrong
But it's just a song
And maybe he really knows better
A song of three chords
Is flimsy of course
It can't say too much or it's draining
So take a short cut
Just make a brief fuss
About daily life, I'm just saying
Just what should we glean
From Jason Aldean
When he says the small town is better?
If you went and chose
A place with dirt roads
Do you have your act all together?
You'll still think it's cute
And funny to boot
If you like to watch "Andy Griffith"
But that's just a ruse
To get us confused
A dream where we swear that we're in it
If Nashville could talk
It would really balk
At all the fixation on smallness
If they want more bling
With all that they sing
They have to break down and be honest
A town of one horse
Fits in with three chords
Where Democrats are oh so feeble
Where Trump is the king
Who knows everything
He tells them what's good and what's evil
The facts are laid bare
We should be aware
That cities are where there is action
An endless array
Of things that you'll say
Deliver the best satisfaction
Would Jason Aldean
Just kindly come clean
And say he just builds on a notion
From watching TV
And seeing "Aunt Bea"
With all of her rustic devotion
A song can be nice
For making things right
In our harried minds it's a potion
They want us to pine
For things that remind
Of simple life out in the open
If Jason Aldean
Could say what he means
He might just disclose it's a fable
So charming for sure
Apparently pure
But see through it if you are able
A song like Aldean's
Is just meant to please
The whimsy that dances inside us
What he really gets
Are dollars and cents
If you don't know that you're a real dunce
I know of these things
The drive for the bling
'Cause I have friends who are in music
They come out with shtick
That says they are hicks
If you believe that you're a looney
If you would enjoy
A rhinestone cowboy
A fantasy then you are seeking
And that's just the scheme
With Jason Aldean
And all of his music that's reeking
If you buy the tease
That big names believe
The hooey that is in their music
They're out to sell songs
So don't be so wrong
The money is what always moves it
So Jason Aldean
Connects with his meme
Of how the small towns are an anthem
Is that where he'd live,
Both he and his ilk?
They would not if even you paid them
They say to bow down
affix a nice crown
On towns where you see just one steeple
So rev-rent they are
When not at the bar
They're really just ord-nary people
They take the dirt roads
They know bucks from does
And surely their guns make them special
If that's your turn-on
You have something wrong
So why on this life would you settle?
Let's be honest here
Dispense with the beers
This image that Aldean is sellin'
He pulls at some strings
Makes certain bells ring
But it's just as real as a gremlin
I hardly believe
That Jason Aldean
Subscribes to his lyrics so bigly
The message he weaves
With unbounded glee
Just fills up his coffers so richly
So heed my words please
Before you believe
That dirt roads bestow such great virtue
If Jason Aldean
Would come on the scene
With truth then I'm sure he'd surprise you
In my dreams I get Willie Nelson's approval.
- Brian Williams - morris mn minnesota - bwilly73@yahoo.com
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