Party Like It’s 1699

Party Like it’s 1699

“Your season draws nigh, as the north wind blows.”

                                         Chasing them down to take a picture seemed gauche and distasteful,
                                                so I went back to town and bought a quilt

           

          Above is an Amish buggy I was trying to take a discreet picture of. Its way off in the distance and I was starting to feel like paparazzi trying to get a good picture.  I wasn't after the photos after all, I was wondering what is in their hearts and what is in their heads. Bucket list stuff. Seeing America on the cheap.
    I’m visiting the city of New Holland, Pennsylvania in an attempt to parachute into Amish Country to check them out for myself.  A parade route was filled with lawn chairs from townspeople who were reserving their spot for the harvest festival parade to begin that next Wednesday. Clever front yard mini-landscapes, and some very hip, thrift shop owners.

         I Noted some really good vibes outside of town too, Amish children playing and riding bicycles near their farms and the locals respectfully going around the horse and buggies of the Amish on the main roads. 

    While wary of strangers, the Amish seem unaffected by technology, happy in their ways and purposeful in their tasks.  Quick too, their horses were really hoofing it and they didn't cause any traffic problems that I could see.
        I'm a little skeptical about the "technologically impaired" aspect of the Amish when I see rubber tires and such and I wonder what kind of Smithing was needed to make their bicycles. I know for a fact that the carriage wheels are handmade and many of the carriages are made locally,  "Amish Paradise"  goes... 
              'I take a look at my wife and realize she's very plain

                      But that's just perfect for an Amish like me,

                     You know I shun fancy things like electricity."

       Now if I was the typical tourist I would cynically note that the best way to find the Amish was to follow the horse poop in the roads. However, their patriarchal system aside, I have some real respect for them now after having taken a closer look.

        That October I traversed many of the farm roads as I headed to that seed company in Lancaster I read about. A seed store the Amish shop at. Most distinctly on this trip was noticing how beautiful their horses are. Whatever the horses are eating, it's good for them. 

    When I came out with my purchases, a precisely painted Buggy and an absolutely beautiful horse were parked next to me. Once again tempted to take a picture, I drove over to the corner of the parking lot to prepare for the next leg of my trip. The last thing I was going to do was take a picture with a dude sitting in it.

          Around the time of the vengeful hysteria of 9-11, when Saudi hijackers created a war in Iraq, America was out for blood. A flag-waving, Muslim hating minority vowed revenge. Around the same time, there was a mass shooting and five deaths at an Amish schoolhouse.  Shocking the country, they forgave the shooter.  I thought, wow America … the bloodthirsty tyrants of mass destruction, here’s how real christians act. What part of ‘turn the other cheek’ don’t you understand? 

How did the Amish lack the bloodthirsty, vengeful hysteria of George Bush's America?

      

Big rocks and small yards in New Holland Pa. 

         I walked a good deal around New Holland and there were no scuffles or people rushing or upset ...(except a bicycle riding Amish dude who was trying to make the green light. He gave the skank eye to a boneheaded tourist that stopped in the middle of the intersection and got in his way as the light turned yellow).  "An Amish with a 'tude, you know that's unheard of" --- Weird Al

New Holland Pa.

         They talk with outsiders and they are not deaf, dumb and blind. A friendly merchant, a grain salesperson, a potato wholesaler, or the driver taking 500 pumpkins to Florida. 

    The working people all talk with each other and the Amish know a good deal more than they are given credit for. Remember they don’t watch TV and conversations with people is where they learn the most about the outside and people talk and they learn a lot.

     Different sects have various strictures and freedoms with the strictest of them living in the less accessible hinterlands.

       I found it amusing and ironic that they hung their clothes to the electric pole by the street. All kinda laundry drying outside and fields full of

PumpkinsSquashandCorn being harvested.

       Do you kind of get that they are actually Anarchists and Preppers and Survivalists?  They follow the rules that they have to, such as stop lights, but have cut off all ties with the US government. They think Satan is the tapeworm eating America and they plan to outlast Satan.  

      They are a country within a country, like the Basques in Spain or the Kurds in the middle east but not wanderers like the Tinkers or Gypsies. The Amish are a community that allow their young to decide their future by living among the outsiders during the wild oats phase as is discussed in the video above. 

     You may have watched the TV series about the Amish and found them cautious and thoughtful   when the rules are broken.

         During this period, they will be deciding on having an adulthood that is filled with non-stop chores during the daylight hours, or they may choose a life among the capitalist Americans and the vicissitudes of the market, subjecting themselves to the inherent cruelty of capitalism.  Not having a job to do is unheard of in their world.  Everyone has skin in the game.   

Note lawn chairs on the right saving a space for the parade 

When this capitalism crap shits the bed, guess who won't even notice

       So I’m in one of the large thrift shops and I see a partial quilt that I really liked and I talked to the lady whose mom was an Amish. That's how they say it. She showed me something her mother made and it was quite nice, and then we looked at a piece that caught my eye. The dates 1903 1904 and women's names stitched in it. The corner of a quilt where they quilters signed their names. Cut from a corner of an 8x8 foot quilt? Fascinating stitching and colors.

       With the ladies 100 years dead, I thought I had gotten myself a bit of an antique, but it was also time to listen. $35 but the price is negotiable and I was going to say 25, but it was obviously worth more than that, so I said thirty and I had it. In the meanwhile, I love when people volunteer information I’m looking for, and I followed the banter between the co-owners about quilting incidents, and I learned a lot more than if I asked stupid questions like a witless tourist. 

       As I went to leave to go to Hershey Gardens, I stopped at a farmstand.  Finally an Amish in full regalia I could talk to. I didn’t know if they were brainwashed zombies so I didn’t know what to expect. I was out to get seed potatoes from the Amish which was big on my itinerary from the git-go. But there was nothing sprouted, they were all perfectly beautiful Kennebecs.  
       “October is when we plant them in Florida," I had told her. It can get cold some fall and winters and that would slow the growth down some years, and we harvest in April, mostly from containers. Fresh Florida potaters February to April. 

         Luckily no customers came along for a bit and she told me about how they specialize. Different people have different talents and tools and she hinted on how their barter system works. Got into a seriously normal conversation for a good twenty minutes till somebody finally came in.

         My planning was extensive for my trip, even growing a mustache-less semi-beard despite having   no sideburns. Here I am smiling with my Amish face.
        So whatever it was, this Amish maiden was so real and open and fun to talk to, I’m thinking, you know, these people are probably pretty cool in actuality.  Use your head and don’t mess with them.   

        Instead, bond with people about agriculture. Considering we eat three times a day, a thousand times a year, an important part of the revolution is food.

        What do I see in gas stations across America? Amish this and Amish that. As I left Amish country there were piles of squash at the end of peoples driveways. 50 cents a piece on that beautiful October afternoon.

      If you treat people who are different, like fish at the Atlanta Seaquarium, don’t expect any warmth or confidentiality. Talk about the guy that cuts the silage at the end of the growing season, or discuss tricks of the trade regarding tomatoes and potatoes, well that's another story. Not, "why do you hang your laundry in the front yard", like a city slicker libtard would?

      The energy hog we call the dryer, gives most people an automatically bigger carbon footprint than any of the Amish.  Do you think the Amish were worried about Hurricane Florence damaging gasoline refineries? We shouldn’t be either, and now ask yourself how many pipelines do you need to supply YOUR community with gasoline. 

don't step on the eggshells

       It’s not just smoke in the air, but the entire mining and processing of fossil fuels that has compromised our ecosystems. Thousands of pipelines crisscrossing the country (that will be abandoned when we switch to safer technologies)

       Traditional wetlands for millions of years wiped out in several generations of short-sighted sycophants of capitalism. Carpetbagging trumps, looting someone else's resources.

      I see Despicables and Deplorables in line with a mountain of pork chops at the register, and this is somehow more civilized than an Amish root cellar?  That’s right, I didn’t see many fat Amish. I can also see the Amish understanding Bioregional Autonomous Zones far better than some dinner party libral could. They are about survival within their community.

      Now imagine this type of independence without the BS of religion. Talk to the hand Fascism.  Banishment (boycott)  all POS corporations as the Amish banish those that they want to remove from their life. Banish the stranglehold the oil and gas industry has on America.

      Horse and buggy isn’t the answer to your beguiling question, but real, actual energy independence is what we’ll be doing in our  autonomous communities when gasoline gets to about $4.50 a gallon, then all the alternatives will come on line. Production of slower vehicles and an infrastructure project for safer traveling will boost the economy. The frantic fracking of the last ten years was to keep the Petroleum  Plot rolling and gas sales booming. 

         It was the Obama administration that looked the other way when shale oil extraction (fracking) became the norm. Suddenly we were only buying 15% of our oil from the Middle East. Poisoned the underground for a decade or two of energy independence. Gas prices flattened below three dollars a gallon but unknown toxins were being injected into the bedrock below the soil by some nefarious fracking. 

      The people of New Holland and the nearby Amish community seem to do parallel play pretty well.  Amish carriages never seemed to hold up traffic and they also seemed intent to get things done that Saturday. Trucks with bales of hay going thru Main St and harvests with their gales of surplus.  

         The Amish will survive Armageddon, will you? 

The Amish knew this a long time ago. They will survive. They won't even notice an economic collapse and it seems only cockroaches are tougher than the Amish and this is my lesson on why we need to rebuild communities. 

PERFECT STORM

Perfect Storm

Staycations are fine, but I was long overdue for a real vacation.

         Hurricane Florence,  however, seemed to have a similar path in mind.  Her track was going to take her 75 miles south of where I planned to go. Just three or four days before I did.  
The first leg of the vacation was the long journey to Raleigh, en route to my destination, The Blue Ridge Parkway. 
       There were many hurdles to overcome 
trying to plan the longest vacation of my adult life. Timing and money at the very least, but my deepest worry was getting the rental car.
                     I had heard that they check your credit score first, and I didn’t have a car good enough for a long trip so, a rental was the only way this vacation was going to happen.  I was worried that all the planning I’d done would be for naught. Standing in a line at Budget RentACar, I was presuming this is where it all ended, and another staycation was in store.

         The lady in front of me went out to the parking lot to see if she liked the Jeep Patriot. “If that’s all ya got.” He then checked her credit report and motioned for her to come behind the counter. He pointed and (mumble  mumble), out the door she goes without her Jeep. 
         Here was the last hurdle, could I get a rental, with what I presumed, was a shitty credit report? Without a credit card that could pay for it at that time, on top of it all. Imma pay for it when I got back on the 9^th, and social security drops into the trough that day, ya know.

This was it. Months of planning and arranging would come crashing down, but I’m used to disappointment. As I braced myself for rejection, he was handing me the keys. “White Jeep in the third row.”

         I wasn’t looking for advice or suggestions, so I had only told the four people directly involved. Sissy and Dottie were welcoming and warm and I stayed 6 days at their houses. Shaun buddy took care of the business. My two spiritual advisors said go go go.
"The whole state is shut down” said one overly dramatic friend.

        “The Parkway is closed,” said my AAA auto service rep. Oh oh! It seemed really bad. “I 95 is still closed.” Now that seemed unbelievable because interstate highways are usually way above the land nearby and are only closed for construction and repair. All that traffic was being re-routed thru the middle of the state.

The week before, as Florence approached, the conditions were ripe for a HUGE natural disaster. Warm ocean temps and no wind shear. A cold front began to descend into the states, then went back up. 
        Florence was predicted to be as strong as Hugo, wet as Harvey. This was not going to be a glancing blow, but a direct hit like Hurricane Andrew, and a potential twenty-foot tidal surge. Then the storm would plow a slow path west and then more quickly north astride the Blue Ridge Parkway.         

My Buddy Vigo

Tabacco Museum

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I remember Hurricane Frances and how it ground its way slowly across Florida at a leisurely 3 MPH, and tore every leaf off of every tree, and it appeared that Florence was going to do the same to northern South Carolina and southern North Carolina.

 

                        Florence headed for a heavily populated area and there are many people without vehicles who were unable to evacuate. I remember Hugo that hit South Carolina with the devastating wind. 
I was driving down to Florida Sept 26  ’89 shortly after Hugo hit on the 22nd, and the sight of hundreds of Pine Trees that were completely flattened is etched onto my memory. This was an eye-opener for me, who had never seen the impact of a large hurricane.

With images of fish flopping around on the interstate, I drove off. How long was an otherwise 11-hour drive to Raleigh going to take? At AAA,  I was shown all the road closings and only one road was open from the south to get to Raleigh. 
Everything south of there was a wreck but I made the trip in 10 hours and 52 minutes. 666 miles of white line fever, “In a quarter mile, take the next left” then right and another right. Twisting and turning like the Blue Ridge Parkway, I ended up on Rt. 1for 60 miles. Route 1 is inland  for some reason in North Carolina.

 Good news I heard in Raleigh North Carolina that day, they were going to open the Parkway. Visiting my buddy Vigo (see picture above), I left and went to Pilot Mountain for a bit then ended up at Doughton Campground for 4 days.

 The Hurricanes path over the Parkway couldn’t have been as devastating as portrayed. 

Finally, I was going back to the Mountains. 

HERSHEY GARDENS

LIBERTARIANS

           LIBERTARIANS

         

          The Blue Ridge Parkway is a marvel of engineering, construction, recreation and conservation. There is limited signage ... “overlook ahead,” or "Pine knob 3728 ft.", and no stop lights for 469 miles.

         When I got to Doughton Campground, I fell in love with site #77 and stayed for 6 days of a 16 day vacation.  The first four days, I was the only person camping in section C. Fallen trees had closed the Parkway after Hurricane Florence, and I was able to have to have a peaceful time without any other humans.

        

When I first parked there, three choppers roared by at eye level after leaving  the disaster area that was the North Carolina coast after Hurricane Florence, so I was ready to expect the unexpected. There’d been a bear in the park recently too. 

  I was able to set up and get a fire going. A chance to truly relax, I had a moment of Zen listening to the many bird calls and crickets as nightfall approached. Releasing my troubles to the breeze, I closed my eyes.

                 Boom! Boom! Boom! 
          It’s the Balrog! Beezledoom!

 I sat up startled, till I realized was just a drum circle, and it was a welcome addition to the night noise of birds or crickets.

  There was also a squeaky thumping noise that I disregarded at first.

          Later I went to the bathroom to see what they had and didn't have.  There it was again,  gears gnashing…a loud mechanical noise... Invasion from Mars?  Were Robots clambering up the side of the knob I was camping at?  I finally realized it was a pump as I was rinsing off the days dirt.

          It was an excellent bathroom.  No shower, just a water spigot about a foot above the floor, for taking a French shower or whatever cleanup you had to do. No lights in the building, but a light outside so you could see the building on a foggy night. No electricity as far as I could see and that is saving money by not having to run all that wire. I guessed that the light was battery operated. 

Then I got to wonderin' how would a Libertarian get hundreds of gallons of water to this remote bathroom every single day?  A bathroom is a sacred place when you're camping for a couple of days or more, and the answer is, they wouldn’t bother.

          They wouldn’t build a campground that every day working class could afford.  Libertarians are the kind of people who objected to a Postal Service that would deliver to every single house in this country, so people could stay in touch and important communications could happen. 
Before that, they objected to bringing electricity to rural areas, I'm sure. 
The skint bastards that squeeze a penny so hard, it makes Lincoln cry.

          Some years ago, a rich dude built a road to the top of Mount Mitchell which is down the road a piece. Bosses could afford the fee to the top and they were also the first to have automobiles back in 1927 when the road was built. In time, the state of North Carolina came in, and developed the services necessary that would allow everyone to enjoy the views from the Majestic Mt. Mitchell.
               Now I’m not a fan of big government, but I enthusiastically applaud the effort of the Democratic Socialists at that time who built a remarkable road often at heights of 3000 feet or more.  The area is nearly unspoiled, and the Blue Ridge Parkway may be the last hope for the wild things.

           Libertarians don’t think much about “the blessings of Liberty” or “the pursuit of  happiness.” We need a government to cover the basics so there is less suffering among its people, and at least food and shelter for everyone. It wouldn’t cost that much. Just have a moratorium on building new jets or tanks. Sell a couple of embassies in places where the United States doesn’t belong.    

      

           The Park Service needs to double its budget, and you know, sell a tank or something. Reduce the CIA by 25%.  What about supply and demand, GOP? We demand recreation but are supplied with war instead. WTH! A country by the frat boys, for the frat boys, and of the frat boys. 

 There are many ways to starve the beast called Oligarchy. To save America, we have to save the land along with liberty and justice for all.

 Then I got to thinking about Pilot Mountain that I had visited the day before, the first mountain I'd seen in 12 years after living in flat and green Florida. I wondered how the Libertarians would manage that park. 

The sign that says: "hikers below, do not throw rocks." Gone, it’s no fun being careful and courteous. The no alcohol in the Park directive? That's a silly Liberal rule by sissy men of today. “How do you like your steak sir,” the waiter asked. “Next to my other steak” was the reply from the macho posturing pinhead. 

Fences that prevent people from falling down the cliff would never get fixed. There’d be drinking parties  “We have to go kids, the Libertarians are here.”  They’d be shooting the crows that use the mountain for resting after gliding and hunting.  

Learn what is good government, and what is bad government.  

We can certainly reduce our military to 500 billion a year and dramatically increase mass transportation for everyone, and we can have small home villages for the homeless and  the rarely homed or the nearly homeless, and create many more recreation areas, so people can get out of their homes and out into Nature.

I can’t say enough about the Doughton Campground and how it is laid out.  I had 100 acres of mature trees and steep slopes on three sides to enjoy. I didn't need to travel for hiking. I prefer, off the trail stuff where I won't get lost and lose my bearings. For someone stuck in Florida for 12 years, even a nearby naturally flowing streamlet was enjoyed immensely by me. Remarkable preservation along the whole Parkway. Truly the ultimate forest experience for someone like me who doesn't want to hike 6 miles to get a view.

 The Blue Ridge Parkway, is what I’m thinking about when I try to imagine what a large infrastructure project would look like. 

Bloodthirsty libertarian predators ready to buy up the rest of America that isn’t nailed down. They made out with the banking crisis, and they bought many of the 10 million foreclosed homes. That's how Bill O'reilly got his 78 houses. Aside from the vulture capitalists, Libertarians are the actual super predators. Brainwashed by Milton Friedman and others at the Chicago School of Oligarchy.

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