The same old Libtard meme.
"We are better than you".
"You must be absorbed by us and surrender all thought processes".
"You have no clue, so we will do the thinking for you".
"There now, isn't that better".
We have the Virgin Mary and they have Nurse Ratched.
They hate (and yes, I said HATE, a very strong four letter word) the Amish because the Amish represent everything they wish to destroy. Family. Respect for one another. Fear of God. Teaching one's own children these same tenants without being subject to some outside body with a differing agenda or life view.
There you go. That's Libtards for you, always being busybodies to go out of their own way to impose rules upon other that they have no intention whatsover of adhering to or allowing to be applied to themselves. Libtards.
I get a little bitchy when it comes to people going out of their way to single out the Amish and deliberately bring them trouble. If you want trouble with the Amish that's what is takes, going well out of your way to find it.
The Amish were my neighbors for five years. I interacted with them often during that time. I knew some of their culture before I discovered after a move of just a few miles that they were my neighbors and for most of that time we didn't interact beyond waving while passing each other on the road or while coming across them in the woods while hunting as their property bordered mine. After I moved my new home was just a quarter mile from an Amish home, on the same road. Before I moved I also had an Amish farm bordering my back yard but their house was a long way off, back door to back door on another road. I only saw that family's men when they were out in the back field and that wasn't often.
Among the "English" as they call us, everybody else, most folks took a derogatory view of them and jokes were rampant. Well, in my view so was sitting around for half the year on unemployment while smoking dope and playing video games in your trailer so once I moved out of the urban area around Buffalo following my divorce into the country I didn't think much of the locals anyway.
The Amish are put-offish at first if you are their new neighbor and rightly so. They put up with a lot of sh!t from those around them and they just want to be left alone. Once they realized that I wasn't another binocular toting tourist they went from just waving like everybody does to actually waving because they know who you are.
So there it pretty much stays, no lovey dovey. I spent money at their businesses too because when you live in the middle of nowhere you can certainly drive 40 miles to the big box for lumber or get it from them and it is not dimensional commercial lumber but top grade hardwood and not expensive. I stopped growing a vegetable garden in those years because I worked a lot of hours at an aluminum foundry and they had ample produce for sale on the side of the road for cheap and no chemicals went into it. They are very picky about that, BTW, I once overheard a conversation between an Amish woman and an English about getting several yards of horse manure delivered and the seller kept harping on the price while all the woman wanted to know was were the horses fed feed grown with fertilizers (chemicals). That's what was hanging up the sale, if it was all organic that was fine, if not then no way.
So you get to know people when you live around them. The icebreaker came -literally- during a blizzard. I worked second shift at the foundry and got home about 1:00 a.m. usually. One night I got out on time but a blizzard had got started a good hour before I got out and it took me two hours to get home, the usual being twenty five minutes to do the 20 miles. I got there down the highway o.k., slow as it was but turning off onto my dirt road and dealing with the hills is what burned the time. I was almost home, driving into that disorienting deluge of a constant torrent of big wet snowflakes coming into the windshield like a curving swarm.
If you've never driven in that it is hard to describe. Likely the toughest driving experience one is likely to have, and on an unplowed road too. Churning along in a compact front wheel drive car on a dirt road is challenging to say the least, and there she was. Right in front of me. A cow. Not some yearling heifer, mind you, a f*cking tank on hooves. I'm lucky it was a straight stretch of road. Going back to the driving in a blizzard part, to flesh that out a bit, you can't see sh!t beyond maybe twenty feet ahead so you go as fast as you are comfortable with, about 25 mph which under those conditions seems plenty fast. You don't dare go slower because if you get stuck, yer f*cked. You just stop. That's perilous because oncoming traffic or even someone coming up behind you can't see you until they are right on you. Smack. You don't dare go too fast either because this is hill country and the ditches are big, swallow a car big. So you get to know your vehicle and stick to the speed that keeps you moving forward without spinning out or bogging down, a steady churn ahead.
So there's this cow now suddenly materialized out of the abyss I'm looking through while leaning down forward and viewing my world through that 6 inches of clear windshield that isn't fogged just above the dash. She sees me just as I see her, she lurches up and away to my right as I jerk the wheel for a second left and then back straight but it doesn't matter. I hockey puck and skitter off into the ditch ahead on the left. Done. I am sunk. I wish I had a picture to convey how bad that is. Whole front of the car swallowed up straight down with the back corner sticking up in the air. So I got out and had a smoke. Glad I wasn't stuck in the middle where someone would come along and hit me and even far enough that the plow might miss me too but if he had his wing down I'd be liable.
So there I am having a Marlboro and assessing the calamity when again out of the grayness appears Miss Gertie and scares the crap out of me because I don't hear her coming for the deep snow and the flurries are still swarming but as I turn toward the road I'm faced with a huge head and snotty nose. I know right away whose cow it is because it doesn't have plastic ear tags like my other neighbor's cows. Standing there facing me, just standing there. If bovines are sideways to you and making eye contact that's potentially not good. She came right up, head down and just stood. Both of us probably had the same look on our faces at that moment.
She did have a nylon bridle on so I took her by that and we started hoofing it up the road. She went right along, no problem. Had to be about 4:00 or later when I got to the house and found the dog chain by the front tree in the snow that I knew was there, I clipped her to it and knocked on the door. I knocked on the door some more. I beat on the door and finally a light shone coming down the stairs, a handheld battery flashlight. Mr.XXXXX. He was very happy to get his cow back and told me she was gone for two weeks. He invited me in for coffee and we talked for about half an hour because he could see that I was very cold and you know what? He didn't have horns coming out of his head and he didn't have a stupid muppets Swedish chef accent either. He was just a farmer who would prefer to be left alone. The next morning after I had gone home I met him on the road as he had offered and he was there with is sons and got my car hauled out of that ditch with his team of percherons.
The Amish are decent honest people who just want to be left alone. They don't want to know you. They don't want you to know them. That's fine with me. The problem the Amish run into in America is that the Libtards won't leave them be. The Amish don't go looking for you, do they?
