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Skidmore (1000+ posts) Thu Nov-27-08 04:23 AM
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The harvest is late this year, and some are reaping sorrow.
This year the floods and then late rains meant that many farmers could not reap the harvest until later than usual and thus are still in the fields either harvesting or preparing the soil for next year's crops. A reminder to all that farming is not just riding around on a tractor or petting a cow now and then. It is hard and dangerous work and success is measured by what comes on the next wind.
A couple of days ago, a 33 year old farmer in a nearby town was crushed under a combine and died. He left a young family. Last night the harvest was being brought into the granary across the highway from us. Something terrible happened and we are waiting to hear exactly what. Every rescue vehicle in our county was arrived and eventually the helicopter from the University of Iowa flew in. These rescuers and other emergency people were working over there for more than three hours.
Remember the farmers as you sit down to your Thanksgiving feast today. I know we will be remembering our friends and neighbors who have worked so hard to bring that bounty to us.
For the record, the skidmarked underwear primitive is an older middle-aged (circa 60+ years) farm wife in eastern Iowa. She's a survivor of cancer, and allegedly has generally worked in part-time and temporary jobs, sometimes things getting tough.
But it's difficult to feel any sympathy for the skidmarked underwear primitive.
The skidmarked underwear primitive's the one who, when a Republican candidate for Congress in 2006 was physically threatened and assaulted by Unitarians in Virginia, commented, "Good; I'd like to see more of this."
The skidmarked underwear primitive's nothing more than a national socialist thug, such as there was in Germany 1933-1945.
And so despite her litany of woes--the cancer, the underemployment and unemployment, problems with the grandchildren, the floods of eastern Iowa, farm prices, &c., &c., &c.--it's difficult to feel any sympathy for her, just as it's difficult to feel any sympathy for any other bully or thug or person who wishes to shut down political discourse.
The skidmarked underwear primitive presents the image of a pale, wan, older woman sitting at the table in the kitchen, complaining that life isn't what she expected it to be.
Life is never what anyone expects it to be.
With life, one accepts, adapts, and moves on.
