I'll be flam-tooted iffin the Joad family didn't just pull up stakes. Told me they're on their way to Californee.I gave them one of my last two cans of beans and all the best wishes I could muster.
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I like beans. One of my favorite things involves Ranch Style Beans, hot dogs, and some Sriacha hot sauce. Yum.
Al
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““ One man, one family driven from the land; this rusty car creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a single [government] tractor took my land. I am alone and I am bewildered. And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlage of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here ”I lost my land” is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate-“We lost our land.” The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. And from this first “we” there grows a still more dangerous thing: “I have a little food” plus “I have none.” If from this problem the sum is “We have a little food,” the thing is on its way, the movement has direction. Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire, the side meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women; behind, the children listening with their souls to words their minds do not understand. The night draws down. The baby has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It’s wool. It was my mother’s blanket-take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning- from “I” to “we”.””
Chapter 14
Keep on chuckling, chuckleheads.
"Those words freedom and opportunity do not mean a license to climb upwards by pushing other people down. Any paternalistic system that tries to provide for security for everyone from above only calls for an impossible task and a regimentation utterly uncongenial to the spirit of our people."
--Franklin D. Roosevelt
Trouble with not being plugged into American politics or current events is that one doesn't always get the in jokes... Tom Joad, Grapes of Wrath? Ohio-O'Brien connection?
Anyway, I once read an account of a successful 1890s California businessman. His childhood included a wagon trip across the country where his siblings were buried as they died one by one along the trail. This made me think about how good we've got it these days.
I would be gettin' the Hell out of Cleveland and every other Democrat-controlled city too. Gary and Detroit are shining beacons of Democrat-promised prosperity.
The Joads want to get to a Republican -controlled state!
Hahaha jest jokin' with ya.
Wunder if they ate the dog?
RJ
Sorry Joads. The ones over the border already got to the fruit-pickin' jobs.
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