I’ve returned from the land of no cell phone towers, you can’t hear me now, and dial-up. These trips always give me a different view of the world.
This is a place where people don’t lock their doors when the leave for the day. A place where all of the Kentucky politics I and others pontificate on doesn’t mean squat. This is a place where “big harry farmers” lean against old pickup trucks in the supermarket parking lot while the women do the shopping.
In a lot of ways it’s like going back to my childhood in the 1950’s.
The folks in the Corn Belt are concerned over local highway projects and they are not real fond of George Bush anymore. A couple of years ago I would have been putting my life, or at least my welcome at the dinner table, at risk to have said an ill word about the Bush. Now they realize how Bush has trampled the Constitution, but they are not real sure any of the three presidential candidates are the answer.
As one person told me over homemade dessert, “You know Obama is going to make Oprah his vice-president because of all the money she has given him.” That was the reason they were supporting Hillary. Who knows, maybe they have an information pipeline I don’t know about. Regardless of the reason they hate George Bush and know who they want for president, it doesn’t have to make sense to me.
I guess the one thing I come away with is that politics, and most everything else in life, is seen through the prism of where and how you have lived. There is no right or wrong, your views, beliefs and lifestyle are just what works for you.