Southern Discomfort

[Barbaria1]

Windar and Goldman … one story … oh no!
Please someone, please, say it ain’t so!
A nice slight of hand
Actually quite grand
Makes this sweet story Moore than a show

 

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Barbaria looks for adventure.
Instead she might find an indenture.
Though she wish it were not,
The danger is hot,
But no Riesling is there for a quencher.

 

[supplice]

Tree remembers inviting the 'garbage men' that picked up the bulk trash at the gas station next door to his house. I liked them and invited them to my birthday party. My mom almost had a heart attack because I invited the only two black men I knew. It was around 1960. They were honored to be invited but gracefully declined!

As Barb mentioned, so typical of the times. I am reminded of a comment Lyndon Johnson made about White/Black relations and how to leverage that.

The comment was something like "If you can convince the worst White man that he is better then the best Black man, he will empty his pockets for you."

LBJ signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 into law. Southerners never forgot that. Southern racist Democrats started to become southern racist Republicans. It was the "Southern Strategy" of the late 1960s. As Kevin Philips said: "Who cares about New York when you have the electoral votes of eleven Southern states?"

 

[Barbaria1]

As Barb mentioned, so typical of the times. I am reminded of a comment Lyndon Johnson made about White/Black relations and how to leverage that.

The comment was something like "If you can convince the worst White man that he is better then the best Black man, he will empty his pockets for you."

LBJ signed the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 into law. Southerners never forgot that. Southern racist Democrats started to become southern racist Republicans. It was the "Southern Strategy" of the late 1960s. As Kevin Philips said: "Who cares about New York when you have the electoral votes of eleven Southern states?"

All true. And our story is set in the year 1965!

 

[windar]

I don't remember the exact year, could have been 1962 or 63, going with my family as a small child around Christmas/New Years to Miami Beach for a little time away from the snow and ice. My parents couldn't afford airfare for everyone, so my father drove, a trip that took 3 days each way. I-95 was only partially complete in the Carolinas, so you had to travel on two lane roads for part of the trip. I have memories of being in South Carolina and stopping at rest stops where there were 4 bathrooms-white men and women and colored men and women. I can't be sure whether they were still segregated or just the signs hadn't been taken down yet, but the signs were there.

I remember that the tap water smelled of sulfur from the many swamps (today they are valued wetlands). I also remember Stuckey's pecan candies and this weird and wonderful theme park, called "South of the Border", which was just south of the line between North and South Carolina, but pretended to be in Mexico.

To those readers who are from that part of the country, our intent is to tell a story with some historical nuances, but mostly to entertain. Barb and I are both very aware that Northern cities are highly segregated into the present, despite legal niceties that pretend otherwise. People are people, good and bad, everywhere.

Now on to the sex and butt beating!!!

 

[Loxuru]

Now on to the sex and butt beating!!!

Wait a minute!!? Isn't this story about outstanding leadership, patriotism and holding up traditional American family and social values, then?

 

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Wait a minute!!? ......outstanding leadership, patriotism and holding up traditional American family and social values, then?

We'll find out about that after next Tuesday.