Monday, February 10, 2014

My Country is Broken



I'm not sure how to begin....

The reality, not just of the amount of my raise, but the facts behind why it was so minuscule, has been gnawing at me for weeks. The corporate office is rolling in dough, with their glass conference tables and hi-rise building while I struggle to put gas in Jolene. The halt that was put on our monthly bonus (just me, Lulu and Thelma, all other non-management employees still get it, ya know.. just us "girls" are left out) the absence of cost of living raises (again, all other non-management employees just got .42 an hour, but the three of us are excluded,) all wear on my mind.

Since losing giving up satellite t.v. and depending solely on the innerwebs for entertainment, I've been seeking out documentaries. I love docs of all kinds. I've been in nerd heaven with everything from 9/11 conspiracies to how to live off the grid. It's also meant I've depended less and less on traditional media for my news. There's a crap ton of stuff going on in this world that you'll never hear mentioned on MSNBC, FOX, ABC, NBC or CBS. Important crap. Even the weather forecasts are warped to hell and back for shock value.

Turn that shit off people.

I started making my own laundry soap about two years ago. In the past two weeks, I've cut my own hair, made my own cruelty free, hoof free shampoo and conditioner. I've studied how to create passive solar heating for the trailer, how to collect water and make my own dog food.

It sounds like I've gone all prepper right? All those docs talking about reaching "peak oil" and government conspiracies, capitalism, consumerism.. it's all gone to my head... ya think? When TSHTF (that's prepper talk for when the shit hits the fan) we're going to have to know how to survive, right?

Well, not exactly.. not like you think anyway.

Here in the holler.. at Mahala's house? The shit already hit the fan. I make shampoo because I run out and can't afford to buy more. I make conditioner for the same reason. I cut my own hair because while I can spring for the $12 Fantastic Sams special, I can't justify spending another $30 for the gas to make the round trip journey.

I don't think I'm alone. I think it's starting all over the country. Everyone is waiting for this big "event" to flip the switch.. but this is it. We're slowly sinking.

When I was about 6, the private school I attended gave swimming lessons. The first time I went in, I slipped and accidentally ended up on the deep end, struggling and gasping for air. The instructor had to pull me out. It seems like I've been desperately trying to keep my head above water ever since.

In the coming months, as I start my little garden, get some chickens, make plans for goats and start building my privacy fence (here in the holler, people are so far up your butt you can't pick your nose without them commenting or better yet, telling you how you SHOULD be doing it,) we'll pretend I'm just going all homesteader. Or prepper. Or new age hippie. But the reality is just figuring out a way to survive in the new America.

Land of the free.

Home of the brave.

Later Taters!

6 comments:

tiff said...

I am in no way uplifted by this message. You owe me a smile, this is the internet! Pictures of CATS!

It's what America craves.

kenju said...

I hope that life on the mountain gets better for you, Mahala. We hve no where to go but up, I think.

Mahala said...

I promise pictures of spider monkey cats, grumpy old man dogs and what I'm sure will be lots of clusterfucked home projects in the near future. Especially now that I have my handy dandy new .99 special smart phone :)

Te-ge said...

My Dad is from the mountains. The NC mountains, up where no humans followed the first settlers footsteps until well after cars were invented. Going up to visit the relatives who lived their whole lives up there was always an experience, like traveling to a different world, but one I knew was also a part of who and what I was.

I remember staying up late and listening to conversations about slaughtering hogs and making freezer jam from the last of the season's strawberries; listening as cousins shared about being terrified to ride in cars or any kind of wheeled transportation; going fishing with a handmade rod in a creek where the fish would only bite if you sat there patiently waiting.

The only "store-boughten" thing that I can recall in some relatives homes was the ever-present can of snuff that they purchased from the corner shop, located a couple miles away.

I hope things get better soon. Life seems to be a struggle for so many friends lately, and my heart aches for each one. ((((hugs))))

Mahala said...

Te-ge.. we're probably kin.. msg me on facebook with your dad's last name lol.

Teressa Welch said...

You are my hero. Nuf sed.