My grandfather was born in a tent in a logging camp. His father was an orphan who ran away from a Christian boys home.
My grandmother was so poor her after supper chore was to sweep the table scraps between the cracks in the cabin floor so the dogs, chickens, and hogs could eat…
Neither my mama nor my daddy had a college education when I was born. Daddy was an enlisted soldier and mom was mom.
My daddy had to go to war before we had a family vacation that didn’t involve a tent…
Now I can fly across the country for a rock concert just ‘cause.
My kid has never been hungry.
There’s a lot wrong with this country. There’s a lot we can and should and have to do better. Lord knows we have a real fight on our hands.
But this country is worth saving.
Anyway that’s my cringe post for the day.
I’m done talking elections and politics. I’m gonna talk shit for another hour or so and then go start drinking beer.
