I grew up on the Main Line, attended Villanova and the Philadelphia Academy of the Fine Arts, and the most of the country I had seen was at my grandmother’s farmette in upstate New York. We would visit once a year, and that just wasn’t enough for me-I loved grandma’s home grown garden, ate so many beets my pee turned purple, and even my brother’s attempts to electrocute me via the electric horse fence seemed folksy.
That, was many, many moons ago-and where did God plant me? In the middle of bumfuck Lancaster County-one of His biggest gifts to date. Don’t get me wrong-when I first moved here (relocated with my fiancée, who was a Metallurgical Engineer ) I was out of my mind with homesickness, the party life and culture I had grown very accustomed to-it was nothing to run to New Jersey for a concert, the museums were plentiful and so was the five star dining experience-well, I griped and moaned and waxed poetic.
“I hate it here. Nothing to do or see here, folks. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HATE IT HERE???????
I would scream at my current husband, who thankfully ignored me for the most part. I was a drinker, and the more I hurt-the more I imbibed. Let’s just say I hurt…a lot.
Here we are in 2019, and if someone told me I would have to move from the embryotic fluid this area had become to me? I would braid their nose hairs and call it a day. God knows what He’s doing, and I am here to tell you that country living is the bomb-hiking, fishing, trapping, hunting, fresh air and even a man made lake-right in my back yard!
One thing country living doesn’t do, and that is educate. Nope, you’re on your own in these sleepy little towns-not only are people asleep? But they don’t want to be woken, and to attempt that is just Tomfoolery at best. I joined an exercise class last Fall, at our local Lutheran church. I decided, half way in between a muscle pull and extreme fatigue, to red pill my fellow athletes with a little diddy I like to call trainwreck, which went something like this:
“Hey, did you guys know Interpol attempted an arrest on the Pope, but his goons beat them up to the point that the arrest was unsuccessful?,” I asked.
Like a bitch in heat, those mothers jumped me-
“What the hell are you talking about?,” and my personal favorite?
“Michele, you have no idea what you’re talking about. But if we hear anything along those lines, we’ll let you know.” hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!
I was shocked. These were educated women, smart and tough women. Not one of them knew?
When I returned home, I got to work. Emails, Twitter, Facebook-I used what means I had and spread the news-Q was in town, and he would aid our Father in heaven with the demise of the Deep State Cabal-horrible, Satanic things were afoot-I could feel it in the air.
Once again, I questioned myself. Have I, indeed, gone bat shit crazy?
No. I had not. The evidence was everywhere.
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