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I wish I had perfect memory. There was a documentary on the Kalahari Bushmen on Linktv last week. Not only do I not recall his name, but I don't recall what he did. But there was a white man who helped these people out during a time when they were being wiped out by the same kinds of people we find in our White House today.
Yes, I'm sure you are right about those pockets of true happiness and culture within the white society.
I know two older men. Both poor. One whom I spoke with right after 9/11, was in agreement with me that invading anyone after that attack was wrong. No matter what. He said, "Love is reflected in love". I was blown away. Now the other man is a stinking turd of a man. He believes we should have nuked Iraq. He said, "We have to keep those unruly Arabs under control". Two white men. One who shares his garden vegetables with the community, one who doesn't have a garden at all.
Right now I'm in a great deal of pain. I just missed the sixties. That would have been something I would have loved. I did get a little of it, as the party was clearing out. I don't see a future in any of our societies. I said "white man" because of my journey and what I have experienced. I suppose I should write a book. I've been "on the road" since 1990. My road has been real estate. I've traveled from property to property. A slow motion "on the road". I am thoroughly disgusted. Between the slobs who have peacocks that shiek at 4 in the morning, to those with high powered rifles that blast away out my window (like I'm hearing right now), to dirtbikes and loud quadrunners tearing up the mountains, to total forest devastation, and on and on, I've discovered that it's nearly impossible to live with or even near the "white man's" society. As I prepare to sell my present property, I do not have a next place in mind. And I do not have expectations like I had. My optimism is nearly zero. And to further the issue, to own what I wanted when I began would require millions. Of course with the market, I may not sell at all. But at least I know what I'm not looking for now.
So I'm sure that is more than you wanted to know, as well as being inappropriate for a thread response like this one.
If I weren't married to two cats, I would dearly love to see other parts of this country. Coastal, that is. Vermont sounds like a pretty good place. I'm getting ready to buy land in Mendocino north of San Francisco. Talk about expensive. And nonexistent, now. So we'll see. I would love to be wrong. I would love to find a place where the neighbors were human and I had a place I could call home.
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