Photos of the Mountains, the Wildfire, the Bear and the Buck are by yours truly…

My wife and I just returned from a little mountain road trip that included driving the Blue Ridge Parkway from Asheville, North Carolina into Cherokee, NC. From there we drove over the top of the Smokies on Highway 411 down into Gatlinburg, Tennessee. The mountains were beautiful in some places, but much of the scenery was enveloped in a smoky haze from the numerous wild fires burning in the area.

I took this shot of a fire burning at the crest of the Chimney Tops in the Smoky Mountain National Park. The entire mountaintop was enveloped, giving the impression of a giant campfire.
A Chinook Helicopter was dropping water on the fire with apparent little effect. The smoke plume rose thousands of feet into the air.
Apparently we have a guardian angel, because we stayed the night in Gatlinburg and departed peacefully the next morning, only to learn a little while later the town was becoming surrounded by more wildfires. Only when we arrived home did we learn of the total devastation that began a few hours after our departure.

The big Black Bear pictured here was turning logs and looking for grubs only a few miles down the mountain from the Chimney Tops fire. I hope he survived.

The Whitetail buck pictured here was in a field in Cades Cove. There were no fires in that area, but the buck was so enamored with a doe that came and hid behind us, he probably wouldn’t have fled anyway.
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… Or What the Hell Just Happened?

There is one primary reason the media, the pollsters, even the conservative pundits got it wrong on Election Day. One can listen to any media source and hear a litany of probable causes for the big surprise, even some which are grounded in an element of truth. However, there is one reason none of them have mentioned. It is the reason people woke up the morning after Election Day totally surprised by a Donald Trump presidency.

This is not an exculpatory defense for Mr. Trump, nor is it one for his opponent or the press. Admittedly, the conservative candidate’s very personae lent itself to much of the hysteria, but probably only marginally more so than his opponent’s own extensive resume of controversies and blatant corruption. I will defend neither. This is a statement instead on the pathos of ignorance that surrounds those who have no clue as to the real reason they were totally blindsided by the election results. First, let’s look at some facts.

After the elections of Presidents Clinton and Obama, middle-Americans did not take to the streets protesting and rioting. Did you see a single Democrat or liberal voter targeted and beaten? I think not. Rather, in those elections voters who supported the losing candidates accepted, begrudgingly perhaps, but silently, the will of the majority. They accepted that our constitutional republic is one of laws to which they would adhere. So, what happened?

It was an inevitable response by the Silent Majority to those with whom they differ, one of silence. It is one that has become magnified more so in the last decade for two reasons. The first cause is that great Orwellian lie owned and promoted predominately within liberal and academic circles: political correctness. Failure to resign one’s self to its coercive precepts is to be subjected to vitriolic and abusive verbal accusations and attacks, and in many instances, loss of job, business or other punitive measures. Political Correctness has proven a convenient way to stifle free expression and shut down those who might offer alternative view-points. Join the group-think of this growing ideology or be damned. It is one of the first steps toward controlling the masses and the first reason the Silent-Majority has become more so in the last decade.

The second reason middle-America has grown more silent is one created by a vociferous verbal onslaught and beat-down for those who dare voice a conservative-based opinion. This is a product of a press, predominately television and on-line, that has chosen ideology over objectivity. The press is no longer an entity that guards public ethics, nor is it a government watchdog. Rather it has become an ideological zealot willing to deliver the lives of Americans unto governmental control and support the devil himself if it serves their interests.

Dare a member of the middle-American silent majority voice a counterpoint to this ideology he or she becomes characterized as racist, bigoted, xenophobic, homophobic—fill in your own blank here. Elitist press, politicians, members of academia and pundits refer to those in “fly-over” land as rural voters, non-college educated voters and a list of code-names they would gladly, if it were not for their political correctness, replace with redneck, coal miner, deplorable, farmer, truck driver, uncle tom, ignorant Southerner, moronic Midwesterner, old white people—again, choose your own. There are many more.

Yes, the silent majority in middle-America has taken to the words of Theodore Roosevelt. They speak softly (or not at all) and carry a big stick (their votes). The surprise outcome of this election was the direct result of a total stifling of civil discourse and the disenfranchisement of middle-America.

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Down With TV Screamers!!

I actually got up this morning, fixed coffee for myself and my wife then sat in my chair at the kitchen table. A normal part of this ritual is to turn on the TV and listen to the morning news, but I didn’t—not today, and maybe not tomorrow. No, I won’t humor you by saying “never again, but it was nice—nice to sit in blissful silence—no car salesmen screaming across their car lots about how “everything must go,” no politicians whining about how their right to screw the public is being infringed upon, no crime reports and body-counts from the big cities, no screaming idiots with British accents trying to sell me the latest oxy-gadget—just blissful silence.

I drank my coffee, and we talked about the cat in the window, the birds out on the feeder, the weather, anything we wanted, but there were no screamers and no “idiot box” interrupting our conversation. It was an almost euphoric experience. This morning I had conversations with my wife, God, the cat, the dog—hell, I even talked to myself some. The entire planet may come unhinged in the next few hours, but I won’t know it, because I’m going to meditate and rest my few remaining brain cells away from the cacophony of screamers. No doubt, ignorance is indeed true bliss—at least in the short run. And for the rest of the day I’m going to enjoy it. I’m going to blissfully relax, work on my latest novel, feed the pets, anything but think about the outside world.

As for this evening, well, I reckon ‘Maverick’ will re-engage. I’ll return to the fray. As a matter of fact, I’m going to start a list. I’m going to write down the company name, organization or cause that each and every screamer represents, and when it is time to buy, vote or whatever, I’m going to avoid them. They—their company, organization, whatever—will become my last choice, my last resort after I’ve visited all other possibilities. I believe we should start a movement, ban together and keep our lists without naming the offenders publicly, because that is the goal of their screaming campaigns—to draw our attention, no matter how caustic their method, so that their names become embedded in our minds. I say, “Let’s help them out.” Write down their names, and when you go to shop for a car or new furniture, or to vote or whatever, make a point of avoiding them. I’m giving my nod to the ones who respect my peace and quiet, speak softly and never ruin my morning coffee.

What do you think?

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