Friday, November 29, 2024

Antinatalism and Appalachian American Ennui

A man who lives in the next county over, and who does not even know that he is part Jewish, has taught his eight year old granddaughter the Nazi Seig Heil salute. Her mother is the eye witness and can do nothing about it because her production of offspring has hemmed her in to her the monster's home where she is stuck. Antinatalism should be taught in the schools. "Saw it on a wall, 'Motherhood mean mental freeze'." And I just learned that the ruining child called a little boy a monkey because of his race. The man in the next county over is grooming another monster in his trumpian image. This is Appalachian American Ennui at its worst. This is the rule, not the exception, in these Clinch mountains that lean in order to attempt to hide these snug pockets of wickedness from the rest of us.

Tuesday, November 5, 2024

Listening to the neighbors cough

Their children scream while their parents cough all over their mobile devices, all while transfixed on these tenacious rectangles they hold so dear. Their children scream like Oskar, but the glass doesn't shatter. They talk all the time and occasionally laugh, which is cool. One set of neighbors makes the block smell like kerosene. I think it's his truck. They don't grill out, thank god and his silly churches. Dogs. They have dogs. There are too many dogs. I got startled by one at Office Depot on Thursday. Got startled in my own driveway. That's the issue: the noise. Barking dogs. I have a right not to be startled. It happened at the courthouse in Newport, too. They bite, too. I make a sincere effort to avoid brushing up against the neighbors. Except one; Ida Miller. She doesn't have a dog. Her children are grown. She's 82. She rarely coughs. I am lucky once again, but small increments, which is perfect.