Can Doctor Who Save Christmas? A Tired Blogger Christmas Special. Pay Attention Hallmark!

My favorite Christmas special. Doctor Who uses his time traveling ability to “Christmas Carol” to teach Kazran Sardick (the Ebeneezer Scrooge of the episode) the bittersweet real meaning of Christmas. It is one of the few times I’ve seen the trope actually revitalized. And the story has an added twist of sad romance.

Christmas is a very difficult time for survivors of abuse. You try not to remember all the terrible holidays of the past. When you compound it with not being able to see your son, and being fairly recently single, it can be overwhelming. While I identify with Steppenwolf, I’ll be honest, there are moments when, for just a moment, I’m lonely.

And then I remember Christmas’ past.

Here we see Doctor Who as a type of “Ghost of Christmas past.” He goes back in time (you know…Timelord and all), and attempts to teach young Kazran what Christmas is all about. He shows up every Christmas of his youth, and they awaken the beautiful Abigail Pettigrew from her cryonic freeze. Why is she on ice? Read on.

So much could be said about Christmas. My earliest memories of Christmas, I was probably two. My older brother had been exceptionally “naughty.” I have no memory of how that was so. I know someone accidently burned down one of our barns, but I can’t remember if he had anything to do with it. At the time he would have been 9 or 10, so whatever he did likely wasn’t that bad. But we all felt he might be on the “naughty” list. The three of us were all nervous that maybe Santa wouldn’t come.

Back then Dad had a pretty fair amount of money. The morning of Christmas there wasn’t room under the tree for all the toys and presents that were wrapped under it. I only remember one, it was a ginourmous stuffed dog. Honestly, it was likely no more than two or three feet tall, but I was still a toddler, just barely grown past an infant.

Hard to say what was my best Christmas, but that had to be pretty close. By the time I was twelve, Christmas had totally lost its magic.

Abigail Pettigrew had been put on ice by Kazran’s father because her family owed him a debt, and this was how the tyrant secured collateral. Young Kazran is captivated by her, and Dr. Who brings him every Christmas to awaken her. Seasons of great joy ensue, but Dr. Who’s plan fails when Kazran makes a shocking discovery.

I fell in love when I was twelve. The curse of high intelligence is that sometimes (not nearly often enough to make your world better, but often enough to suffer) you mature early. There are at least two ways this applied to me. I figured out when I was five that everything dies. And I fell in love at age twelve.

Love adds a magic to everything when you have hope. When you believe the girl may love you back, and when you believe you may be able to provide for her and protect her. When you have hope that she will gaze into your eyes one day with that longing that (you think) justifies all the suffering you have ever gone through. It was worth it to have held her. To have seen her smile. To have held her next to you on a cold night.

God help those who lose that hope too young. It can be reclaimed. But that road is full of pain, and the bones of long dead dreams.

I still find it hard to believe this comic book didn’t do better. And it irritates the crud out of me that one of my most clear memories as a child is of Stalker striding determinedly over miles of bones to confront the devil that stole his soul. This was the closest I could find. All my life I have seen life as a struggle against soullessness.

Being in love made Christmas worse. Not being able to see her. Having no hope of ever holding her. (For what woman can bear to love a man that is poor? And 50 years of experience has borne this out.) And I never did. Except once, in my dreams. Christmas was the time I didn’t get to see her. I tried to keep a brave face with my family (my parents rewarded my efforts with near constant fights and alcoholism).

I didn’t get the girl. Likely that is for the best. Whether I keep messing things up or keep choosing the wrong ones, I just haven’t found my forever love. My last ex still reads these, I’m sure she has some salient thoughts on why I can’t win love. My fault or not, love eludes me. And holidays are hard for the unloved.

Kazran falls in love with Abigail, but he learns that she has a fatal disease that the cryofreeze has delayed. When he discovers this, he learns that the next time he awakens her, she will only live 24 hours. Bitter at the thought of losing love, he keeps her in the freeze, and tells a confused Dr. Who that Christmas is canceled.

Christmas present? I don’t know. I’m going to eat a turkey with my sister. I’ll have some presents for them (not much, I am still a bit in a financial bind). I may be becoming a Scrooge, but the holiday doesn’t mean much now. I don’t have my son, and I expect I will never see him again. I don’t think any fat giants flying me throughout the world will change my mind. I’ve lost the one love that is most important to me, and very few actually understand.

To be fair, there are a fair number of folks who care. But this kind of pain is so far outside of the normal persons perspective. If you never lost your child, you can never know what that pain is.

The courts don’t care. The police don’t care. The church takes her side. But every day, I put on a smile. I go in, do my job. And I try to stay on top of this blog. Try to figure it all out. Stay sane, take some vague care of myself, try to make the time people spend with me positive.

This won’t be my best Christmas. But it sure won’t be my worst either. I’m not with a woman, but that also means I’m not disappointing a woman, either. Maybe I just wasn’t husband material. Maybe, by this time of the game, it just doesn’t matter.

The whole reason Kazran needs to be “saved” is that a ship will crash unless Kazran allows clearance. Dr. Who’s companion appears as a hologram to beg for the ship’s passengers. But Kazran is too bitter. A lifetime of living without his love has embittered him. If it doesn’t benefit him, he’d just as soon watch it all burn.

And what about the future? I am no profit, and no spirit comes to visit me, so I cannot say. For all I know, this may be my last Christmas, or I may have forty more. There is a slim chance I’ll see my son again, but all of that depends on the courts. And while I’m old, realfemsapien says I could still find love…provided I start earning six figures and get a six pack. While I won’t say that’s impossible, the odds get longer every day.

One day, one season, one Christmas at a time. I don’t think any Clarence is coming to teach me how I have a wonderful life. And no, I’m not going to suicide. So don’t worry about that. In the hope that I can at least go down swinging. I may not die in the arms of my love like Cyrano, but I can still die fighting.

To me, the perfect ending. “You hoarded my days as a miser hoards gold.” Dr. Who brings the boy Kazran to the future, to hear his older self saying “I don’t care” about the pleas of the innocent for their lives. Kazran’s heart softens and he awakens Abigail so she can sing to the sharks. It’s Dr. Who, just relax.

Merry Christmas. If you have love, hold them tight to you the next few nights. Be kind to them. Give them the best gift of all, to know that you are so glad they are part of your life. If you are alone, still try to be kind. Don’t brood (much). Do something you love to do. Watch Die Hard, or Santa Claus Conquers the Martians. Maybe give It’s a Wonderful Life a try. Better yet, Young Frankenstein.

Merry Christmas to all. May Krampus be kind to you.

Dr. Who is the Ghost of Christmas Future.
Shear fantasy. An old man hears the song of love from the woman he has loved all his life. What better way to end a life, whether well or ill spent.

You’re Doing Fine Oklahoma! Stitt’s in Q-A-T-A-R! Oklahoma…QA!

Here we see an image of the classic Si-Fi movie, Quatermass and the Pit. I don’t know…I thought the monsters would be scarier.

You’re friendly neighborhood Tired Blogger is basking in the limelight of total anonymity. While I live a glamorous lifestyle of ease and luxury, Governor Stitt meanwhile is doing all the heavy lifting for the state, having jet set (without telling anyone evidently) to Qatar to see the Circus of the Gladiators. Or whatever is going on out there. I for one don’t envy him.

When I was a kid we had one of those old Qatari game systems. I’ll tell you, after a while Asteroids and Pong get old.

My overpaid assistants did it to me again…this is the image of Stitt meeting the Deputy Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs of Qatar Sheikh Mohammed bin Abdulrahman Al-Thani

With my luck someone from my ex girlfriend’s family will kill me in an honor duel.

Anyway, thelostogle, who as we all know is bad for Oklahoma (and we all know Stitt is not bad for Oklahoma) revealed that Stitt had gone to Qatar for the World Cup without telling anyone in the media. As said unfound Ogler, nobody missed him.

But you can go over that story with them. https://thelostogle.com/2022/12/14/governor-stitt-jets-away-to-world-cup-in-qatar

What your Tired Blogger (what blogs at Midnight) wants to talk about is Stitt’s claims that the Oklahoma economy is going gangbusters. That would be great news for your Tired Blogger, because I have not seen a strong Oklahoma economy since I was 12.

1982 was a great year. My school decided we had the money for a new bus and two…count ’em, two field trips. The oil boom crashed, and within a year everyone was broke. Dad lost his job and went bankrupt. Neither my state nor my family ever recovered. That was the year Raiders of the Lost Ark came out. I feel this image from the film is a great symbol of post-oil boom Oklahoma. Image from whatculture.com.

Stitt claims: 1) Oklahoma has an unemployment rate of 2.3% as of last February.

2) Personal income has grown by a rate of $3000.

3) The state achieved a historic amount of savings, an amount of $2.8 billion, as of August 3, 2022.

These are my sources for that information:

https://oklahomawatch.org/2022/10/31/the-stitt-record-on-the-economy-workforce/

https://oklahoma.gov/governor/newsroom/newsroom/2022/august2022/governor-stitt-achieves-historic-state-savings-of–2-8-billion.html

So lets investigate if these claims are true, and if they are true, is Stitt to credit for it, or something else. I just love counting beans!

One of these days your Tired Blogger is gonna go to the Bahamas…and never come back.

My sources I will be leaning on:

https://www.normantranscript.com/news/fact-checking-campaign-ad-claims-on-stitt-s-first-term/article_9b77df32-ae11-11ec-8de0-bfe082172e47.html

https://oklahomawatch.org/2022/10/31/the-stitt-record-on-the-economy-workforce/

https://www.readfrontier.org/stories/we-fact-checked-campaign-ad-claims-on-stitts-first-term-as-governor/

Let’s dig in.

Governor Stitt and Ryan Walters discuss Oklahoma economic numbers. My over paid assistants tell me the four year plan is code named Fantasy Island. No idea where they got that clever name from. Image from TV Tropes.

Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m getting over my head. I don’t feel that way about this one. It just seems too obvious. I almost feel stupid writing this.

I’ve taken a few economics courses. That makes me no expert, by all means listen to Warren Buffet and not me.

For that matter, I’ll throw a video here for anyone that needs some financial advice. Not Warren Buffet, but I am watching it and think if I can just actually listen to this guy, it will help me.

You’re welcome!

The reason I feel stupid is not that I am awed by Stitt’s amazing intelligence. I can’t believe I’m looking at this stuff and actually feeling the need to explain this stuff.

Stay positive. Stay positive.

That insanely low unemployment rate of 2.3% would be the most incredible news. To a Tired Blogger, this would be a sign that maybe the Titanic is finally turning around.

I reckon a few of my friends from Wal-Mart or from People Enraging People Sans Intelligence will understand why I leave this picture here. To the rest of you…read on, and you will get it too.

According to Oklahomawatch, “The metrics Stitt publishes on an online dashboard to monitor Oklahoma’s economic progress paint a less rosy picture.

“Particularly frustrating to Stitt is data showing nearly 40% of working-age Oklahomans were not in the workforce as of September. They are not only jobless, but they aren’t looking for work, meaning they aren’t counted in the unemployment rate.”

Here’s the deal. While I’m about to relate something that won’t be PC, and also will be anecdotal, and thus not truly scientific, I think it bears sharing at this point. I have worked in some form of retail for nearly 25 years. While I don’t hit the trade nearly as much as I used to, I still have some friends who are wandering the wilderness hoping they can go to the Promised Land.

The first of the month is sheer hell in some places. Often you are doing the vast majority of your sales in a few days. Year in and year out you see the same faces, coming in long lines, hordes of the poor. Some have it worse than I’ve ever had. Some who will never know a moments fear that they will be homeless. Then you start seeing their kids in the line. And those kids grow up. And then they have kids. And those kids grow up. Generations who have maintained their poverty-ridden lives from SNAP. All races (don’t even dare think I single out one, this is across the spectrum). All creeds. Some walk on hobbled feet with shoes worn from years of walking miles. Some pulling up in Cadillacs.

One of Al Capone’s historic soup lines in Chicago during the Great Depression. Don’t even get me wrong. We ALL need some help sometimes. There is no shame in that. I don’t mean to shame the people I’m talking about. But when this line stays this long for generations, something is broken. Image from history.com

So which is it? 2.3%? Or 40%?

The 2.3% figure is obtained from the Census Bureau. They do a convoluted thing that sounds more or less like a good random survey of over 100,000 people and use the data from that to determine the unemployment rate, both nationally and locally. So I suspect that is where Stitt gets that figure. Where does the 40% figure come from?

It took a bit of digging from my overpaid assistants (what do you MEAN you could make more on unemployment? I AM NOT gonna fire you. You’ll have to quit!), but I finally found an answer.

https://www.kansascityfed.org/oklahomacity/oklahoma-economist/where-are-all-the-workers/

“The unemployment rate alone, however, does not necessarily capture overall labor market conditions in the state, since it measures only the share of the workforce actively looking for work. Once someone stops looking for work, they no longer count as unemployed. As such, it is helpful to look at the labor force participation rate (LFPR) (Chart 2). This rate, which measures the share of the adult population that either is working or actively looking for work, currently is 60.6% in Oklahoma, only slightly lower than in January 2020 (60.8%). Again, this is in sharp contrast with the nation, where the LFPR remains 1.7 percentage points lower than pre-pandemic levels. This means not only are there considerably fewer unemployed workers in Oklahoma actively looking for work than in most other states, but there also are fewer people “on the sidelines” who have stopped looking for work.”

Chart 2 referenced in the above paragraph.

To me, this has been the issue in Oklahoma for at least the last 40 years. I’m gonna give this one to Stitt, I think his figures are accurate, and while his analysis of the problem is debatable, I think he is right in focusing on this number. The low unemployment figure is nice, but in the end, if 40% of eligible workers aren’t working, I feel we have a problem. It would be different if the economy were so robust people could support their wives, but that is not the case. 56% of “eligible” women are in the workforce. 48.1% of Oklahoma women are married (no wonder I can’t find a date).

More digging finally gets me a vague percentage of how many women are stay-at-home moms in Oklahoma. https://eyeonhousing.org/2012/12/top-2012-posts-the-geography-of-stay-at-home-moms/

Between 28% and 33%. So either no more than a third can afford to stay home or no more than a third choose to stay home. This still leaves us a very rough percentage of 20+ % of people who could in theory be working, but are not.

I’ll end my analysis of that point on that note.

According to Stitt, personal income increased by $3000 since Covid19 hit. We’re in the money…come on my honey…let’s spend it lend it send it roll it along…

Once again, if this claim is true, we should be in high cotton. After some substantial digging, I honestly have NO IDEA where he gets this figure from. After doing a bit of digging I find https://www.ibisworld.com/united-states/economic-profiles/oklahoma/

Looking up those stats and doing some quick Tired Blogger math, I find that (assuming my math is correct) the Oklahoma economy did IN FACT grow pretty substantially. Having said that, if my math is right, everyone should have $300 more in their pocket from last year, not $3000. I also saw what the biggest industries in Oklahoma are. I am now officially depressed. Look it up yourself, if you figure out why I’m depressed, please leave comments below.

Right now I find myself on a teeter-totter with Stitt. I find myself agreeing with one point he has made, how about the last claim? The state achieved a historic amount of savings, an amount of $2.8 billion, as of August 3, 2022.

Frankly, I’m unimpressed. Nothing to do with Stitt, but the richest man (and family…whatever) in Oklahoma is worth over 20 billion. So one family can accumulate 20 billion while the state can only accumulate 2.8? Not impressed Oklahoma.

Personally though, I don’t give credit to Stitt for this budget surplus. Here is why.

According to thenormantrascript.com “It’s true that Oklahoma has higher revenue and more savings this year after past budget gaps, but injections of federal relief money into the economy and swings in the energy industry have played contributing roles.

“Under Gov. Mary Fallin, the state faced a $1.3-billion budget gap for the 2017 fiscal year and an $878-million hole for 2018 after years of tax cuts.

“The Oklahoma Legislature passed a rare tax increase on oil and gas production that Fallin signed into law in 2018, which helped replenish state coffers.

“But Oklahoma had to declare a revenue failure under Stitt in 2020 after energy prices plummeted and businesses shut down in the early days of the coronavirus pandemic.

“Bolstered by pandemic relief money and rebounding oil and gas prices, the Oklahoma Legislature now has a record $10.49 billion to spend next fiscal year, including nearly $1.3 billion in carryover funds from previous years.

“According to numbers provided by Stitt’s reelection campaign, Oklahoma will have about $2.5 billion in unused and reserve funds at the end of the 2022 fiscal year.”

This is confirmed by readfrontier.org.

We have high oil prices and Federal Covid assistance to think for the surplus.

Kudos to Stitt for having one foot in reality, but I don’t accept that the Oklahoma economy is improving, at least not drastically. The industries that are the engine of the Oklahoma economy don’t bring me much hope that there will be more money for the poor, or that education is going to improve, or that people are going to be any kinder or more respectful to each other.

That’s all for now. I don’t know if I’ll get another one out before Christmas, so merry Christmas everyone. If I do, I’ll have something vaguely Christmas themed. Ideas welcome, leave some below in the comments.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ROP5Z-8Jl0

Stranger Danger, or, We Don’t Cotton to Your Kind ‘Round Here, or, Your Boots Crimp my Style. The Great Divide

Urbanites often have a stilted view of rural people. We are often seen as ignorant, crude slobs. It is assumed we are inbred, that we live in teepees, shacks, or trailer parks. Derision is heaped on us without remorse. Our beliefs are scorned. If we are poor it is our fault. We are the zombie apocalypse. We are to blame for Trump.

The original Civil War was North vs South. If there is one now, it will most likely be urban vs rural. I know the beginning of the post makes it sound as though I am for the rural side, hook, line, and sinker. I will admit, that is where my sympathies lie. But I fear both sides have been betrayed by the Duopoly, and are being pitted against each other to serve the interests of people no more humane than Simon Legree.

First I will do a quick sketch of the North vs South conflict, and then I will discuss the Urban vs Rural conflict.

Let’s dive in.`

Us country folks see city slickers as cold, selfish, calculating, and clever when it comes to cheating everyone around them. I took this image from a TikTok that I highly recommend. It is a spoof of the Hallmark Christmas movies. The fiancé is usually a ditz who is unworthy of the woman. To quote the SNL spoof, “It’s either ME, or Christmas!” And the woman tells the man she loves “He works too much, so its ok if I cheat on him.”

North and South

These are the sources I will quote from to discuss Civil War polarity.

https://cwnc.omeka.chass.ncsu.edu/exhibits/show/benjamin-hedrick/polticalclimate

https://www.britannica.com/place/United-States/Secession-and-the-politics-of-the-Civil-War-1860-65

https://www.historynet.com/the-antebellum-period-what-happened-in-america-before-the-civil-war/

History.net gives a detailed outlining of several factors that contributed to tearing the nation apart. You can read it, but the main factors that separated North and South were the South’s reliance on cotton to support the economy, the North’s reliance on manufacturing and industrialization, the profound proliferation of affordable local newspapers, the proliferation of roads, canals, and railways, the second spiritual awakening, the slave rebellions of Nat Turner and John Brown, the Southern experiment with Federal nullification, the rise of the Abolitionist movement, and the “Manifest Destiny” of Westward expansion, All of these factors, ironically, even the ones that were meant to unite us, helped to tear us apart.

One cause of the Civil War was the extremely violent cane beating of Senator Charles Sumner, who was an abolitionist from Massachusetts. After giving a speech against slavery Representative Preston Brooks of South Carolina, walked up to Sumner and savagely beat him with a walking cane right in the Senate Chambers. The North was enraged, while the South praised Brooks for giving the damned Yankee what for.

In https://cwnc.omeka.chass.ncsu.edu/ we are told the sad story of what happened when a college instructor spoke his mind about slavery.

“The Benjamin Hedrick ordeal began with a series of editorials published in North Carolina’s popular and highly conservative Democratic newspaper, the North Carolina Standard. William Woods Holden, one of North Carolina’s leading pro-slavery…citizens, served as the Standard’s editor. These editorials had been published in response to news that spread throughout the University of North Carolina, where Hedrick, a chemistry professor, voiced his support for the Republican Party candidate, John C. Fremont. Although the Standard’s commentaries never specifically mention Benjamin Hedrick’s name their content was undeniably directed at him. 

“The first, titled “Fremont in the South,” questioned whether any true North Carolinian could support John C. Fremont the Republican candidate for President. The author of the article asserted that the election of Fremont would inevitably lead to the separation of Northern and Southern states. The author concludes with a threat to all black Republicans residing in the state, especially directed at any such supporters instructing the state’s young men. These men either needed to “be silenced or leave. The expression of black Republican opinions in our midst, is incompatible with our honor and safety as people.”

Have any of you heard someone say “You can’t be Christian and Democrat”? Have any of you said, “Why are those people spreading their ideology at school”? I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone suggest that a political opponent should “just be silenced.” Certainly, our social media never do this.

The worst part is Clarice…you can never get over the silence of the birds…

Professor Hendrick responded with letters that were published in the paper, defending his position with statements from Southern Founding Fathers, and reasoned logic. “Hedrick continued to defend his position against the expansion of slavery by stating that North Carolina already had too much land and not enough labor to maintain that land. Sending North Carolina slaves to the territories through the domestic slave trade would hurt the state economically. Drawing from a childhood experience in Davidson County, North Carolina, Hedrick recalled watching slaves being transported to the Deep South, sometimes as many as two thousand a day. On this memory Hedrick commented, “Now, the loss of these two thousands did the State a greater injury than could the shipping off of a million dollars. I think I may ask any sensible man how are we to grow rich and prosper, while “driving out” a million dollars a day.” Hedrick concludes his defense by reiterating that he was born in the “good old North State” which he cherishes and loves and will continue to “advance her interests.” He returns to his association with the founding fathers by concluding, “but holding to as I do the doctrines once advocated by Washington and Jefferson, I think I should be met by argument and not denunciation.”

Readers were unmoved by his application of Ethos, Pathos, and Logos. Rather than convincing his fellow Southerners of the merit of his opinions, his just and reasonable arguments were met with the most threatening invective.

I was taught in school that the fourth “r” in education used to be rhetoric. Professor Hedrick learned a lesson your Tired Blogger learned over thirty years ago in order for people to be reasoned with, they have to be reasonable. There is no reasoning with an alcoholic about his next drink. There is no reasoning with a politician lusting for power. And there is no reasoning with a society that has been whipped up to a panicked frenzy that you are going to bring the wrath of God on all of us.

The article goes on to relate how his life was threatened, he was hung and burned in effigy nearly every night by students on the campus, and he was told to resign or be dismissed. He wrote to the governor asking for protection, but the governor did not deign to respond. “A little over one week after sending his letter to Governor Bragg, Hedrick was dismissed from UNC. In a letter to President Swain, Manly wrote, “as to Hedrick he is beheaded.” (Item #260) On October 28 in his final letter to Charles Manly, Hedrick dramatically concluded, “I thank you again for your kindness. You helped cut off my head but I know you made the blow fall as lightly as you could.” (Item #262) 

“Benjamin Hedrick’s ordeal in North Carolina was far from over. Through articles published throughout North Carolina’s newspapers, word of Hedrick’s political affiliations and dismissal from UNC spread. Following mob action and threats to tar and feather the former professor at an education conference in Salisbury, North Carolina, the professor was forced to flee the state. He would only return to his home state a handful of times before his death in 1886.”

The South, at least, had entrenched itself so deeply that anybody sharing a dissenting opinion was a threat and had to be silenced. Does any of this sound familiar?

Columbia Professor Jeffrey Sachs was challenged by a reporter on Bloomberg for saying it was possible the US blew up the Nord Stream pipeline in the Baltic Sea. The Reporter asked what evidence Sachs had of a US action. Sachs responded with three compelling pieces of evidence, and was abruptly taken off the air. Story and image are from https://nypost.com/2022/10/04/jeffrey-sachs-yanked-off-air-after-accusing-us-of-sabotaging-nord-stream/

Britannica.com talks about the years leading up to the Civil War.

“In the South, Lincoln’s election was taken as the signal for secession, and on December 20 South Carolina became the first state to withdraw from the Union. Promptly the other states of the lower South followed. Feeble efforts on the part of Buchanan’s administration to check secession failed, and one by one most of the federal forts in the Southern states were taken over by secessionists. Meanwhile, strenuous efforts in Washington to work out another compromise failed.”

“Neither extreme Southerners, now intent upon secession nor Republicans, intent upon reaping the rewards of their hard-won election victory, was really interested in compromise. On February 4, 1861—a month before Lincoln could be inaugurated in Washington—six Southern states (South CarolinaGeorgiaAlabamaFloridaMississippi, and Louisiana) sent representatives to Montgomery, Alabama, to set up a new independent government. Delegates from Texas soon joined them. With Jefferson Davis of Mississippi at its head, the Confederate States of America came into being, set up its own bureaus and offices, issued its own money, raised its own taxes, and flew its own flag. Not until May 1861, after hostilities had broken out and Virginia had seceded, did the new government transfer its capital to Richmond.

“Faced with a fait accompli, Lincoln when inaugurated was prepared to conciliate the South in every way but one: he would not recognize that the Union could be divided. The test of his determination came early in his administration, when he learned that the Federal troops under Maj. Robert Anderson in Fort Sumter, South Carolina—then one of the few military installations in the South still in Federal hands—had to be promptly supplied or withdrawn. After agonized consultation with his cabinet, Lincoln determined that supplies must be sent even if doing so provoked the Confederates into firing the first shot. On April 12, 1861, just before Federal supply ships could reach the beleaguered Anderson, Confederate guns in Charleston opened fire upon Fort Sumter, and the war began.”

Rural VS Urban: The Possible Dynamic of the Next Civil War

When I was young, health care was not great. There was one hospital for the whole of Alfalfa County. I see here Covid-19 took its toll not just on people, but on the survival of hospitals as well.

https://www.npr.org/2022/01/11/1071082955/imagine-another-american-civil-war-but-this-time-in-every-state

https://www.independent.co.uk/voices/michigan-trump-civil-war-coronavirus-fox-news-nancy-pelosi-a9495151.html

https://www.brookings.edu/blog/the-avenue/2020/12/08/the-rural-urban-divide-furthers-myths-about-race-and-poverty-concealing-effective-policy-solutions/

NPR paints a frightening picture of what could happen if we allow the divide to tear us apart. “

“We already are seeing ‘border war’ with individual states passing major legislation that differs considerably from that in other places,” says Darrell West, director of governance studies at the Brookings Institution, and William Gale, a Brookings senior fellow in economic studies, who have written a pair of articles on the fraying of the American social and political fabric.

“They note that conflicts between entire states are not the only way civil war may emerge in our time, or even the most likely. When and if the issue turns to violent confrontations between local citizens and federal officers, or between contentious groups of citizens, the clash might well take place far closer to home. As West and Gale write:

Today’s toxic atmosphere makes it difficult to negotiate on important issues, which makes people angry with the federal government and has helped create a winner-take-all approach to politics. When the stakes are so high, people are willing to consider extraordinary means to achieve their objectives.

https://www.npr.org/2022/01/11/1071082955/imagine-another-american-civil-war-but-this-time-in-every-state

The article shares how the biggest demographic divide between Trump and Biden supporters was urban vs rural. “You can measure some of this geographic/demographic division in the 2020 election results. Trump won in 2,588 counties covering most of the national landscape, as Republican candidates usually do. (This is why we are accustomed to Election Night maps that are strikingly red even as the popular vote is close or leans Democratic.)

“Biden, in stark contrast, carried only 551 counties, less than a quarter as many as Trump. But the counties Biden carried had a total population of nearly 198 million, while Trump’s altogether had just 130.3 million. That is a difference of nearly 68 million people. Put another way, Biden won the counties that are home to 60% of the total U.S. population.

“It is hard to believe when staring at a map on which Biden’s counties are scattered blue dots on a sea of red. But those blue dots are where most of the country lives. When you look at the top ten states by metro percentage of the total state population, Biden won all ten.”
The Independent is scathing in condemnation of the rural denizens (that keep us fed…just…ya know…putting that out there).

“Rural America is ready to lock and load. Urban America is cowering in a lockdown.

“A heavily armed group of Rural citizens stormed Michigan‘s State Capitol on Thursday, powerful assault rifles at the ready. But this Second Civil War won’t be a shooting war, likely to the chagrin of some on the far right — and, let’s be honest, the not-so-far right.

“Rather, this war will be — no, already is being — waged with microscopic Covid-19 cells as Republican-leaning Rural America throws open its businesses, schools and sporting venues, ensuring they keep the deadly virus in circulation — at the expense of more densely populated Democratic-leaning Urban areas.”

Lithograph from 1875. The farmer was getting pinched even back then. We placated the farmers with free land stolen from the Indians, and then all the many wars kept the farms healthy till the early eighties, when financial decisions in Washington DC started cutting down the small farmers.

“The battlelines have been drawn. Rural America — always aggrieved — is armed and ready to end its perpetual boredom, AR-15s around their shoulders and “Make America Great Again” t-shirts on their backs. Urban America — always smug — has designer masks to create Instagram selfies and meaty scientific studies to keep it occupied.”

The article ends with this paragraph.

“That means the Urban side of the war will continue to see higher death tolls. Trump let us know early on he viewed this as a “war” and was focused on the body count. This Second Civil War is in its early battles. Advantage: Rural America.”

Ah, Mr. Crusoe…how tempted I am to give up the struggle, run away to an island, and live the few remaining days of my life alone with nature, praying to God to forgive me for the wicked sin of existing.

Let’s take a look at a more pro-rural view. Brookings.edu points out four ways in which the rural folks are more like the urban folks than we are often told.

“As we demonstrate here and expand upon in a new research series, dividing our nation into such a binary has immediate, lived consequences for people living in all corners of America. The binary-based narrative is not only inaccurate, but has potential to inflict real harm in four distinct ways. First, it prioritizes the political concerns of an imagined, white rural monolith and erases the needs of rural people of color during a pandemic which is disproportionately devastating rural Black, Latino or Hispanic, and Native American communities. Second, it furthers misconceptions about rural economies which devalue the role of rural places in American (and urban) prosperity. Third, it propagates a myth of place-based poverty that erases people living in a range of high-poverty geographies, justifying oversimplified antipoverty policies. And finally, the binary-based narrative obscures effective policy and practice solutions for rural economic development that embrace the interdependence of rural and urban economic futures.”

There is a rich, proud heritage of rural blacks in Oklahoma. Strong, proud, self reliant. This is NOT Deliverance country. Some of the kindest folks you’ll ever see live in or around these small towns. So New England, don’t tell me I don’t know about Black Pride. I am proud to say I see it every day.

The article supports each point: “At the human level, the portrayal of rural America as a white monolith erases the 21% of rural residents who are people of color, and who are critical to the economic future of rural and small towns and to the health of the nation overall. This comes at a time of unprecedented crisis in which Black, Latino or Hispanic, and Native American rural communities are disproportionately devastated by the COVID-19 pandemic and require coordinated fiscal relief to survive. As we demonstrate throughout our research, if the nation wants to focus on the plight of rural America, it should strive to advance health, opportunity, and equity for communities that COVID-19’s rural surge has impacted—not cater to the resentment of an imagined white rural monolith.”

I’ve lived through a half century watching people break their backs, their hearts, and sometimes their minds to feed the world. All too often, the thanks small farmers get is bankruptcy, scorn, and if they are unfortunate to survive long enough, to die unmourned, not on the land of their fathers and grandfathers and great grand fathers, but in a cold city hospital bed.

“Persistent poverty is pervasive. According to the Department of Agriculture’s definition, rural counties account for 84% of places struggling with persistent poverty. However, if we classify places with persistent poverty using census tract data, most of them are in metro areas (Figure 1). How we measure persistent poverty matters for how we understand whose problem this is. At the county level, 30 states have at least one place facing persistent poverty. But at the census tract level, persistent poverty touches every state and Washington, D.C.

“This isn’t just a methodological discussion—it’s political. We need to understand where persistent poverty is located in order to create political accountability and customize solutions for alleviating it. The “two Americas” are not urban and rural—they are neighborhoods and communities in every region that are separated by a host of other place-level challenges that shape opportunity.”

“There is no wrong, there is no right…just data to be manipulated.”

Yes, the country has guns. Yes, the farmer knows his land like the back of his creased, overworked hands. But he is outnumbered. He has little influence over the culture. Many of them have lost all hope. Their sons and daughters often have to go to the cities to find any kind of living. I honestly doubt we will have a Civil War. I think it would have happened by now. I don’t believe the people of this land have the spirit to rebel. We have been dumbed down with a corrupt education machine controlled by a two party system that needs people just barely smart enough to vote, maintain a bare subsistence job, and go home to an angry wife who has been told for the last seventy years that the man of the house is her enemy.

If it does go down, I think it will either come because we finally backed Putin into an atomic war and our structure collapses. Then I envision hordes of city folks descending on the rural people to steal the food, and it will just depend on who is strongest and smartest who survives and builds the next civilization. Or it will come by the fall of the power grid. But the result will be the same.

A dark age where only the fit survive. The crumble and fall of all the rights we claim are innate right. And God help us, I don’t think in this reality there is any Shangri-La where the knowledge, dignity, and beauty of this last age will be preserved.

I ask God if I will have the strength to endure the trial. I receive two answers. One answer is more troubles that are either strengthening me to deal with the dark age to come, or will weaken me enough that I may not live to see the dark day.

The other answer is Silence.