Deerfield Fair

(5 PM – promoted by TheMomCat)

Each year our family heads North to a real country fair in Deerfield NH.  Yes, Topsfield Fair is closer but has become dominated by that un-countryness typical of suburban…what is word here….Massholianism.  Right off the bat Topsfield means pay to park, pay to get into and once in this once agriculturally oriented fair is now mostly food and midway.

Deerfield by contrast is alive with horse shows, oxen, tractor dealers plus that long ago memory of my daughter coming home with a Yorkshire pig.  A family story passed down is the day I heard the announcer utter my daughter’s name for the pig scramble.  Oh crap, I thought, now we have to take a pig home.

We drooled over the new John Deere Gator model.  It became the family meeting spot.  The kids argued with the ATV dealer about the new dune buggy type vehicles not being to our woodland ready specifications.  Very fast yes but would get stuck instantly in the swamp.  

We ended up all buying cowboy hats from a very friendly vendor.  Our troop of pre-schoolers was a hit.  A not even two year old Tyler wanted to walk into the horse ring.  Hey, you are not at home.  Good thing he knows what you are saying.  A new type of solar hot water heating system, then a new pellet stove maker adding some neat new ideas yet somewhat deficient in the pellet hopper size category.

The most uneasy feeling for me at least comes from walking down “Veteran alley”, a collection of money seeking war veterans selling “patriotic” stuff.  My wife is even uneasy and says “Not your people”.

I reply with the simple comment “mainstream”, and then she knows I won’t bother to make a scene with the family in tow.  It felt much like our East Berlin while we watched real Russian soldiers dust snow from their monument accompanied by our favorite active duty Army sargent.

On reflections on this Sunday?  I do think people are waking up.  Finally and desperately.  Can such things alter our world.  Do we, all of us.

Does the Kingdom of “God” lie within and or especially if you don’t believe in the crap of organized religion,can we manifest our own destiny by breaking away from the sociopathic assholes who always rise to the top of our rotting western capitalist nightmare.

The horses themselves sense my unease.  The inactivity that is the remote and distant plan for family survival and salvation or not.  I just don’t know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v…

College Station ends water flouridation.

Dated but from lamestream media even

http://www.thebostonchannel.co…

New bee die off.

http://cryptogon.com/?p=25251

Farcebook surviellance.

http://cryptogon.com/?p=25249

An entire website covering the not news while asshole scumbag NYC Doomberg says

“You should do more in support of your corporate masters”

Personally I love the Fuck the Fed chant.

http://www.informationliberati…

1 comments

  1. First of all, being from Boston I give a flying fuck not for all of the bread and circus shit about the Red Sox Patriots Bruins Celtics mostly because my kids and their maybe kids are in for a most dystopian future in the short term.  I am in that generational postion to observe the birth of mostly males (war indication) as opposed to the kids of my generation who where mostly females.  A personal Lasthorseman weird observation, let’s hope and endeavor to making it not true.

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