Urban vs. Rural, Notional vs. Real
Posted by RICHARD GREENHORN on theamericansun.com
For my own part, I think you should flee the cities and the suburbs as quickly as you can. Rural life is really no safe refuge against the onslaught of leftist aggression, and small-town life is fraught with problems, though nothing remotely comparable to those of city life. The main reason to escape the cities (if you can) is to experience the vestiges of life before the phantasms of television and computer existence replaced what was known as reality for every other generation of humans beforehand. In small towns, there still exists a generation that came of age before the Revolution of 1968. Men whose ideal of dress is plaid shirts, suspenders and slacks, and women whose idea of sociality is bringing casseroles and cakes to neighbors. There are still diners that didn’t get squashed by Applebee’s that don’t blare classic rock and coffee shops that play the local lousy Christian station rather than acoustic noodling and hipster groans.
This generation is passing, like I said, and those places are fading away. If you live near, say, a turkey plant, it’s like your town has already been replaced by Guatemalans and Somalis. But where the remnants of the old ways still exist, you are simply more free, and you will be able to better teach your children what real freedom looks like. The local tattoo artists and librarians might put up rainbows for Pride Month, but they don’t bedeck the streets like in the cities. In the cities, the tenor of life is set by activist freaks, violent criminals, and bohemians of one sort or another; in the suburbs it is set by professionals and bureaucrats, who pave over everything and leave nothing for the individual. In small towns the tenor of life is still set by men, the ones of the past who erected downtowns on a human scale, and those of the present who still work in the fields or the factories.
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This article hit home for reality of rural verse urban life. We got out of the burbs back in 1997 and have never looked back. We did get shunned by family for doing so on the move but for us it was of primary importance to assure that our kids were raised in small town rural USA. We are happy for how our kids have turned out now as young men and woman. Quite honestly our little AO was 15-20 years behind the times which we absolute loved it, allowed for a much peaceful rural existence for good 23 years where you always saw familiar faces of a small community. Post Covid lock down that has all changed to a fairly large degree to point we are looking at another move to even more rural setting. It is estimated that the small communities around me have increased 15%, 14.5%, 14%, 13%, 12% and 18% were we do most of our business, that’s a lot of new faces. Judging from the looks of my AO there are a lot of metro folks that have heed the call of this article. Good for them for having done so but it has changed the vibe of this area from what it was prior.
The biggest reason you need to ditch the burbs and the cities is because most of those who are like minded to us in those areas are in full stockholm syndrome and won’t get off the couch. I saw it and experienced it first hand. You might have a few exceptions.. South Philly.. Fishtown.. but for the most part it’s just “vote harder-er-er-er” and “it’s lost and theres nothing we can do.”
You have to ditch them. I’ve done it and would never look back on it.
If you can’t piss off your porch and shoot in your backyard, but can have pizza delivered; you are too close.
I grew up in a small town in the 1960’s. I went to the local public schools, played sports and rode my bike to the fireworks stand 3 times a day around the 4th of July. So yea…I was town kid, not a farm kid. I went to the Fair, the carnival and rodeo. I worked on farms and feed lots in high school. Anybody who tells you small town life is idyllic never lived in one. It was competitive, socially hierarchical and the bullying was brutal. There was a rigid caste system and everyone knew everyone else’s place.
So the day after high school graduation I hauled ass out of town because I could not stand one more lap around the square…I had to get out and see the world. I liberated myself from the hole I was born into. For 25 years after that I had to be where the action was. College, then the clubs, the beaches, the restaurants. Jumping on a plane for the weekend and straggling into work on Monday still hungover. I wanted to suck the marrow out of life. Back then I would drive through small towns on my way somewhere and look at the inhabitants as if they were backwards, eccentric and primitive. The irony was not lost on me. Still, that’s how estranged from that small town kid I had become. I wanted nothing to do with that world ever again. I literally felt claustrophic in a small town…like I might get trapped there in a place with two bars and two gas stations. It would be like some Twilight Zone hell.
Had I not begun to awaken after 9/11, I might still be in that frame of mind. But taking that red pill began to unwind decades of conditioning and led me down a road to where I am now. And it’s a country road. The city is the real trap. It’s soon to be the “smart” city. Who knows what’s in the water. Finally awakened I could see the reality behind the facade. It really IS like the movie THEY LIVE–once you have the glasses you can see…and the evil doers quickly notice you can see. No one tells you, but you get put on a list. Random things start going badly for you. It was time to leave.
I still remember when I first went to buy a gun I found myself feeling anxious, I began to sweat…did people notice how foolish I looked? I felt like an adolescent trying to buy a dirty magazine. Irony again, I had owned my first gun before I could recite my multiplication tables. I had a shotgun in the rack in the back window of my truck in high school. But that was that small town kid…not the one brainwashed in college and acclimated to his corner office, the etiquette of meetings and the art of tiptoeing through the language of political correctness. Sophisticated people just did not engage with firearms. It was vulgar.
Tomorrow morning I will step out onto my back deck and test an AR-10 to see if I’ve got it cycling properly after some tweeking. My neighbors will be a little startled at first but it will soon pass. Somebody is always shooting here…or setting off fireworks. I swear I heard the guy across the way run through a belt on a chain gun. It’s a deplorable damn place like that.