As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
This really does not have a way of explaining, it just needs telling.
When TL came to the Brier Patch, TL could not figure out the wasted time we have in asking who people are and storing away information which seemed to be worthless.
Old Folks is someone we would see driving around, and we would check on him as old people putzing around might be in trouble or dead, so in my caustic nickname he became Old Folks. He was friendly, waved and always courteous.
So this goes on for five years and we see Old Folks around, sometimes in the cemetery driving through as we eat take out breakfast there and the other day, we are getting a tire fixed and Old Folks is there so we wave and out the door we go.
By this time we know who Old Folks is. Old Folks actually played sports with my cousins when they won a national championship. George is his name and he was older than them by a long shot, but he was always a good guy, so Old Folks is now George as we know who he is and respect him.
So we are back in getting a tire fixed two days later and I'm looking for the gal he was sitting beside, as I figure she is his daughter. So I find her and ask if George is her dad. She says yes and asks how I know George. I tell her about the national championship, and she wonders what my name is, and I tell her, and she knows the family name. I tell her my dad's name and then drop the blessed two words of Beloved Uncle to her, and she lights up, smiles and Uncle opens another door. From that point on, it was old home week, in we were laughing and she is telling me why we see George in the cemetery in he feeds the squirrels there daily.
I was wondering why those squirrels were the fattest squirrels I had ever seen. I have never seen squirrels before that could not run. They just kind of blobbed along.
Then she tells me when I said we checked on her dad, "YES, so I go out to the cemetery one day and there is George with his head laid back, mouth open, an I think he is dead! I say, "GEORGE!!!", he opens his eyes and says, "What?" I think he deliberately did that to scare the hell out of me, and I told him, "Goddamnit George you ever do that again I'm going to kill you!".
The 1% is trying to destroy that in America, what the Brier is, what all the Reagan Blue States were in rural people in communities. We are the grandchildren and great grandchildren of the pioneers who founded America by God's Grace. We know each other by what kind of people our forefathers were in they paid the dues and that is why we are forever questioning people whose people they are, because if we know the family, they can be trusted.
My niece and her husband were here recently and even he said, "You can't believe out where we live how many people are from the Brier or know someone here". Yes, the Brier is a people just like all of these Reagan voting areas are still a people under attack. They have been through all this shit for thousands of years before and we know how to keep giving ground and moving, to survive past the day that the oppressors or satan run out of their wave.
I don't think I ever talked to George in my life, but he is our people. I would do just about anything for George and his family. Hell from what his daughter told me, his kids are pretty high up in local industry and if I wanted a job there, I would just have to mention the blessed name of Cherry and I would be in before anyone else.
This is more than a community. We are a People. It is why the blessed White Founders of America defined us as WE THE PEOPLE, because we are a Biblical Race chosen by God.
The only problem is the enemy knows the People we are more than most of you have any idea what a Spiritual force each of you can be.
Nuff Said
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