Guest Post by Hardscrabble Farmer
This was something I just sensed. I read the article on disgustology and my first instinct was that “liberals”, i.e. those who don’t react in disgust to filth, foreigners, etc. were probably more closely tied to where they live, i.e. a city versus the country than anything else. I am repulsed by cities when I go into them and completely relaxed in the countryside.
And when we’ve had people from the city come up here you can actually see their trepidation and unease. The same goes for their idea of work- city visitors are almost always likely to say in a very sympathetic tone, “Yeah but it’s a lot of hard work” as if physical labor were akin to some kind of malady or suffering.We acclimate to the environment and after several generations we begin to adapt and thus our genes slowly change until we become hybrids.
https://www.census.gov/newsroom/press-releases/2016/cb16-210.html
This story has an interesting opening,
“Almost everyone that goes out to visit one of our major cities on the west coast has a similar reaction. Those that must live among the escalating decay are often numb to it, but most of those that are just in town for a visit are absolutely shocked by all of the trash, human defecation, crime and public drug use that they encounter.”
Urbanites are inured to the ubiquity of human feces, used hypodermic syringes and garbage strewn about their environment. Normies are revolted by it. Mass urbanization is turning human beings into a separate subspecies, breed, varietal, whatever you want to call it and they are the ones demanding that the rest of us, those who live lives that are measurably better than their urban counterparts according to the US Census article linked above, we are the ones who must deny our natural instincts and genetic predispositions or be in need of deliberate programs to alter our destiny, either enforced legally by our urban counterparts, or marginalized and excluded from the very society that we alone feed.
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A good example of disparity exists in retail establishments in urban areas for good reason. . . .the “vibrant culture” is responsible for the disparities…of course, naming “the elephant in the room” will subject one to accusations of (gasp!) “racism”–I DON’T CARE.
Compare hardware stores in urban areas and suburban / rural areas.
The suburban / rural hardware store has everything out in the open. Customers are free to pick and choose, examine the merchandise, take it to the cashier and purchase their products. Help is readily available.
The urban hardware store has everything behind bullet-resistant barriers. One cannot even purchase a twenty-five cent plumbing fitting without having to ask for it. The employees are safely sequestered behind these barriers and may be unwilling to venture beyond them. Quite often, a security guard is posted at the door to “inspect” purchases and act as a deterrent to “shoplifting”.
On a personal note, my local (rural) hardware store experienced a power outage. The proprietor of the store gave incoming customers flashlights so that they could shop while power was being restored. Try doing that in an urban hardware store. Both flashlights and merchandise would be picked clean . . .
My dad was orphaned at the age of 9. When he was 13, he got a part time job in the warehouse for a major midwestern hdwe. wholesaler. He stayed with that company as a traveling salesman for over 50yrs. His ‘catalog’ was leather bound with a binder that you could unscrew to ad updates. The ‘catalog’ was just under 40 lbs. He would leave the house around 5 am and get home between 5 and 6 that evening. After supper, he would be up till about 10-11 each night writing up the days orders, and then drop them off at the post office before he left town the next morning.
He used to call on dozens of rural hdwe./lumber yards, and in the vast majority of them, he would just walk around and order what they were low on. Most times, the hardware store was the only mainstay business in town. As he approached retirement, he was the last of 160 salesman in their hay-day. The company, along with the major competitor, went bankrupt, and the company took the accrued interest on that account……so he found work at Walmart when he was nearly 70
annuit coeptis novus ordo seclorum- maybe I’m just prejudiced, but I haven’t met a man that would amount to so much as a pimple on my daddy’s butt !!
I’m with you on that.
My dad worked for SAC in the his early days and then did 30 years at an electronics reliability lab with an hour commute each way so we could live well growing up. Spent much of his spare time bringing me an my sister to evening and weekend town-league sports so we could participate.
That being said, it’s sad what happened to all the small-time hardware stores and lumber yards. Now it’s a 40 minute drive to one of the few remaining hardware wholesale outlets and good lumber is nowhere to be found.
From your posts I get the impression you are not far from a lumber/hardware outfit my grandfather used to take me to over 50 years ago. It’s still there. Benson’s Lumber in Derry.
A story I sometimes tell in hopes of getting young people to understand where they must begin if they wish to build something is that we would make these excursions from our lakefront cottage nearby. We would purchase lumber, nails, perhaps other assorted building materials. My excitement and anticipation of wielding tools, banging nails was always diminished as soon as we returned home when my grandfather handed me a shovel.
The owner of several Ace Hardware stores once told me that immediately after the last traditional hardware store in a town went under Home Depot would immediately raise their prices 10%; I never was able to verify that but I could see it happening. HD cannot hold a candle to any “real” hardware store and certainly not when compared to the old stores that served us so well, year after year. Big box has some advantages but I would not mind going back in time to the earlier era.
In this little town, at one time we had two competing hdwe. stores, one of which had a motto-“Yes, we have it”. And they did !
Local family had run it for over 100 yrs., they had a three story brick bldg. with a full basement with a pipe threader……they had inventory that a man could find a replacement part for most older tool/equipment repairs……
All gone now…..
annuit coeptis novus ordo seclorum- if you figure out a way to get ‘back to that earlier era….let catch a lift with ya !!
When power goes out our local ACE guy just wheels out a variety of generators, fires a couple up and run the store with them until Communisticallywealthy Edison gets back on line. He usually sells a bunch of them at this time too.
We live far in the mountains in Nor Cal, and feel the same…can’t wait to leave the city, it actually feels oppressive.
Sometimes people have come here, and said they could not sleep due to the terrible quietness of the place.
Having an AR right now (atmospheric river) so will likely have trees down on the road. No problem, lots of books, a piano, generator, and a full pantry.
That is exactly what all my city-folk friends say, when they venture to my place in the hills:
“it’s to quite, and dark up here”
and that’s just the way we like it.
Best years of my life were on acreage 2 miles beyond town; in the heat of summer we were at least 10 degrees cooler than downtown and 15 degrees where the tall buildings were (not quite skyscrapers, but there was a hot asphalt jungle down at street level). The wooded areas with wildflowers were hard to beat, other than the darn humidity. Squirrels, rabbits, and quail all around us with and 4# bass down in the farm pond. Even Wylie Coyote would show his face once in a while.
Custom homes there now.
The 2010 Census cost us $13 BILLION DOLLARS.
For this they can tell us the percentage of children in rural areas are much better off – in all the obvious ways, than children in stinking, rotting, syringe littered cites. No shit Sherlock.
Also they discovered that something like 90% of the foreign born live in urban counties. Well duh? Where’s the welfare, the entitlements, the services.
We paid $13,000,000,000 for documenting the obvious.
The ONLY answer you should give on the Census form is the number of people living in the home. They have NO lawful authority to ask names, ages, SSNs or the number of toilets in your domicile.
Livestock is much easier to manage when penned. As deftly noted above, that livestock will genetically adapt to its managed conditions.
I have graduated in outlook to full support of large concentrations of penned in livestock. Full Agenda 21/35. I will evade as long as possible, but I am thrilled none the less that so many comply.
Therefore, I am glad your message is subdued in broadcast, and acted upon sparingly, even here.
I have broached the travel discussion with the misses, thank you very much for the offer, however it goes.
Two summers ago I had to spend the entire summer living in an apartment in downtown crossing boston for work retraining. Except for the free food stipend, I could not stand it. Bums everywhere. Stumbled over a guy shooting up in the stairway of the parking garage. Disgusting. Coming home some weekends were so relaxing with the sound of silence in the darkened night with intermittent reports of gunshots here and there.
My local cops are fantastic. Had a dishwasher repair guy not show up after we paid for some eclectic part. Cops went to his business in town, threatened him and collected the cash. Then they even delivered to my house. Gotta love the country.
I learned at FSU that co-eds look like beautiful cities from a distance at night outside but are dirty and evil up close inside. So I fell in love with a beautiful sweet country girl who evolved into a dirty American woman when we had to live in a city. Banksters have blown trillions of dollars on Big NE Cities that the Global Warming Conspiracy will turn into giant iceboxes, maybe by 2022 (ref GSM). When I was a boy, there were profitable ammonia ice plants in towns serving businesses and ice boxes in homes; but this will be an Economic disaster. Some Northern Cities will become buried; others will become like the Pyramid sites around the World.
I live in the woods. No neighbors. I can literally run through the woods naked with my AK47.
And Einstein that you are, you will shoot your dick off if you do. Just sayin’.
As well endowed as I am, it certainly does present a danger 🙂
Llpoh,
All of a sudden Ned is a sharp shooter, Now?
You see what I did there Ned?
I disarmed him. Then I took away his weapon. -Great line from Sin City.
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When I lived in the mountains I found it rather amusing when friends or relatives from the city would visit, as soon as they got out of their cars they would lock their car doors. I never locked the doors on my trucks or cars and rarely locked the doors of the house.
Now I’m living in the city and the doors to my cars or truck and my house are NEVER unlocked except for the few seconds it takes to go in or out.
Eventually it will all be urban hell hole.
Pretty meaningless without native born vs invader populations.
Think Florida… roughly 19.5 million people and only 17 million born there.
I was born here 1945 and I think way over half of the Floridians were not born here.
That graph will look quite different after Ebola, the Crunch, the end of (U.S.) foreign aid and medical supplies on credit.
It did amaze me how people living in Portland OR just didn’t seem to notice the decay and nastiness around them. Every so often, the scent of sewage and waste would waft through the air. The first year I lived there I would make a comment about the foul smell when it arose–others around me would look puzzled and say they didn’t smell anything.
Neither did they seem to care or be disgusted at the ever more common sight of someone urinating or defecating in public…the only comment would be along the lines of, “Those poor homeless people, we all have to pitch in to help fix the problem and take care of them.” Well, as long as it wasn’t on their property, anyway. That was a dealbreaker for them.
https://www.npr.org/sections/health-shots/2018/10/25/656192849/methamphetamine-roils-rural-towns-again-across-the-u-s
Better to know both the city and the country and every in-between as well.
I lived in a flophouse apartment on one of the dirtiest streets in Southie (think Boondock Saints but filthier) back in the early 1990s before it was gentrified and cleaned up. Every morning there was fresh broken glass, needles, condoms, and even baggies of drugs to be found on occasion. I also lived on the side of a mountainside in Danbury, NH and just about everywhere in between. Every week I’d see something new in nature.
I’ll take it one step further HSF.
I’ve seen genuine fear in the eyes of cityfolk the further away from the city they get. Absence of streetlights is “scary and too dark” and not being short easy walking distance of stores is “unimaginable” to them.
Must be globull warming. https://www.tri-cityherald.com/news/local/article226161190.html
Quit feeding them
This post is racist. Or something like that.
Yup, I can’t wait to get back to my home in the sticks after I’ve had to endure being in the city. When I was a kid we lived in Germany, many years before the ‘vibrant multiculturalism’ of Merkel. Those cities were clean, safe and a joy to get around in. Fifty years ago. I can remember San Francisco when it was beautiful, ditto Paris. Today the progressives have turned cities into shit holes of majestic proportions. Filthy drug infested disease pits. Bleech.
Good article, Hardscrabble.
Surprising snowfall in Vancouver. Labourer came over from UGM on the DTES this AM in his GM (Union Gospel Mission, Downtown East Side, this morning, General Motors pick-up). ‘Put a couple spare wheels against the tailgate, bought a couple bags of sand – weighs it down for traction pretty well’.
Later I’m at Safeway – Aunt Mary used to put boxes of Presto-Logs (compressed sawdust) in her Valiant trunk as weight. Bags of salt on the shelf were like 20Kgs.
So I said to Malcolm “Darn, that was smart. Put Presto-Logs unlocked on the DTES & the junkies will fire ’em up on the sidewalk beside your truck, then hold their spoon of powder over the flames to liquify for the needle. You put salt in the bed, either they step into traffic by your truck to wholesale the whole bag, or take the time to retail it – put a few pieces per baggy, $10 a baggy for ‘rock’ or ‘ice’.’
‘But sand, PlayDoh Sandbox Grade, heck Malcolm, there ain’t no junkie in YVR who can put lipstick on that pig. Out in the open all night on the DTES, still there in the morning? Congratulations.’
I have a letter written to my Great Grandfather, by a friend of his who had come to America from Germany. In it he says, “Ernst, you must move your family to America. I am living and working in Detroit, it is more beautiful than Paris.” As the family story goes, my Great Grandfather packed up and moved to America, based upon that letter.
I often wonder what he would think if he could see Detroit these days.
I associate big cities with the smell of piss. The garbage and people being in a hurry.The rat race thing. The only positive thing I can think of, Is the assortment of places to eat. I think of the whole east coast of the U.S. like this. Yeah, I know there’s green patches of decency there also.