An American Post
Wednesday, October 31st, 2007A dispatch from Franco’s Spain on Delmarva. Last night I attempted to watch the Democrat’s debate. Why does this political party have its own cable network? Is this the balance to the scourge known as Fox News Channel? I managed about twenty minutes of uninterrupted time before the telephone calls. Friends, two of them telephoned last night, both Republicans and neither had any interest in the debate. I was on the telephone until 11:00 and then went to bed and it appears I missed Hillary’s doublespeak and the space cadet remarks from Karl Marx, uh, Kucinich.Â
Joe Scarborough filled me in this morning about what was missed. Then I drove to Georgetown, where I discovered the DMV isn’t open Wednesday mornings. Is this because the workers there are Democrats and had the night off to toast their candidates? I’m guessing they got all slopped up and were still leering at the moon at 3:00 A.M. If the lefties win next year will the DMV be closed for one week in celebration?Â
Some folks have telephoned the program and are asking about my hometown. It figures in a few stories I’ve shared and where people come from can clearly assist in moral formation. Say, for example, you come from a small insignificant rock dominated by a neighboring second rate power. Say your homeland could best be described as England’s “bitchâ€. A land where men wear skirts and people gorge themselves on sheep bladders filled with oatmeal and the minced heart, liver and lungs of the animal.  Then you’re going to be formed with a belief the world owes you a living and socialized medicine.Â
My hometown was a different place. Settled by people who carved a great power out of a wilderness. The kind of folks who three times in the past century saved all those second, third and fourth rate morally barren lands. My people don’t expect much in return. They rise early and get the job done and they don’t need government to play mommy and daddy and bandage their bruises.  Â
At some point I’ll post a couple of hometown photographs at the website. These were taken by a talented young woman. She operates a photographer’s studio back home and I’d like to alert people to her work. The young woman’s name is Shannon Halsaver. The winter photograph is my work.
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I’ll note that as a kid growing up in a land nearly as perfect as Andy Griffith’s Mayberry that we lacked multicultural education. We were all just American’s. This included people from all ethnic backgrounds. Most of them never gave any thought to being a hyphenated citizen until someone came along and told them that’s what they were. Even then most of them would’ve considered the messenger a bit loopy. It’s funny how that occurs in a small town. The measure of anyone is how they apply themselves to their work. There are just 2 types of people, the producers and the leaches. Color, faith and the spelling of a last name isn’t a relevant factor for judgment. Â
Europeans looking for a free ride can’t understand.Â
Let me postulate my own scientific theory. Folks who packed up and left Europe before the comfortable jet age were genetically curious and those surviving the long ocean voyage were physically the best. No matter what ethnicity they assigned themselves. Now generations later we’ve the offspring of the best. Americans are stronger, brighter and far more adventurous than the fearful and weak peoples of Europe. You could call us the MRSA of the human race.Â












