[1]Welcome to the Funny Farm...
Where all the Crazies from the Big Cities flocked to escape the corruption...
Where they could live off the land if needed and not worry about the stress of city life...
Where they could work themselves to death chopping wood year round to heat their homes in the winter.
Where they could dig deep to find well water or look for a natural mountain water spring to sustain life.
Where they could barter and trade junk to survive.
Where they could enjoy oxygenated air from the unpolluted lands.
Where they could enjoy nature without the rush of city life.
Where they could remember the hussel and bussel of the corruption and shake their heads.
Where they could be labeled mountain people instead of city slickers.
Where they could walk in the grass without worrying about heroin needles stabbing them.
Where they could till and turn the land annually for nourishing crops to avoid the GMO's.
Where they could enjoy seeing the moon, stars, and sunshine without clouds of pollution destroying its beauty.
Where they could get exercise from walking about their open land doing "farm work" that is life sustaining.
Where they could meet and greet to eat a big breakfast to include fresh eggs, home grown maters, and fried taters.
Where they could live like the old days and enjoy home grown music without the techno beat.
Where they could live in peace without sirens blaring and criminals running around them every minute.
Where they could sustain their constitutional rights with pride-instead of being thrawted as a criminal.
Where they could raise a family with hardworking values.
Where they could appreciate life itself without chasing neon lights.
When these city warriors left the big lights behind; they wanted a sense of peace of heart and mind that the big city will never give 'em.
When these hometown heros put their boots on the ground; they didn't ask for anything but respect and that was met with total contempt.
So; the retreated to the woods...mountains....and country...and there they remain........
While I won't argue their choices; I also know that I have been spoiled by the commodities of city living....fresh water, natural gas, and accessibility.
Living in the country requires dedication, an outlook, planning, and cyclic hard work to maintain the lifestyle. It's a challenge and it requires hardwork. People in the country are getting up at 0400 in the morning and out the door by 0500 and going to bed by 8pm to do it all over again....and the dirt is clean; not polluted with lead paint and toxins. But; it's all part of the process.
It's intriguing to see how others live like this for generations and lifetimes..............makes me want to liquidate and get an APARTMENT!!!!
But then again; if the kids are part of the process; then life can be much better....much healthier.....but the same drama remains---no matter where you go....corruption that is.
A discussion today revealed that even in these seemingly awesome little towns of wholesome people---there are a ton of people who'd slit your throat in a heartbeat over some silly stuff. So; whereever you are; it's up to you to know your community at large....city, mountains, country, whereever................we all live near a fudged up part of the planet earth...............so enjoy!
You might just find out that the Funny Farm is really full of looneys! It nourishes and grows nuts. It feeds the weasels. It consumes the weak. It provides an alternative for the meek. It's humble location provides a breath of fresh air to all the crazies. It revitalizes them and provides a sense of safety away from all the hogwash left behind. The funny farm may keep you laughing with people telling the truth. The funny farm may have floors covered in bodies of folks with nowhere else to go; but they get fed and cared for through their periods of transition. The funny farm has always been a haven away from the unreal reality of the big city....prayerfully---the generations will continue to sustian it.
Where they could bury their deceased on the land