primitive nephew calls upon franksolich. I was outdoors earlier this afternoon, walking along the river, looking for one of the cats, when from a distance I spotted a strange car pulling up into the front yard of the house.
It’s a cold, blustery day in Nebraska--the whole state--with temperatures in the high 30s, rain, and winds gusting to 70-75 mph. I had anticipated starting to winterize the house this morning, but I guess it’ll have to wait until tomorrow, after the winds are gone.
I walked up to the house and around to the front; the car had Colorado license-plates on it, and so I knew immediately who it was; the primitive nephew from Denver.
I’ve written about him before; how his mother decided he had a sensitive, artistic temperament and talent, and raised him to be pissed off about everything good and decent.
So now, at the age of 37, he long ago completed a two-year “artists†college, but instead of dabbling in that, he’s worked in a natural food co-operative the past fifteen or so years. I dunno how much he makes, but it’s not enough, really, for a single person other than franksolich to live on.
He’s shacked up with a registered nurse--about five years older than himself--he met several years ago, who apparently brings home the bacon while he occasionally brings in a 99-cent bag of Frito-Lay fried pork chips.
I’ve never met her, but according to the other nephews, she’s quite the flake, the moonbat, the airhead.
The nephew’s apparently unhappy with her now, but can’t leave. Without her support, he couldn’t possibly afford his three mountain bicycles, his collection of skateboards, and all those trips to “commune with nature†in isolated places in the Rocky Mountains.
When I walked inside the house, he was waiting for me. Upon seeing me, he shivered. He was all attired up as if on an expedition to commune with nature in the Arctic, while I had a sleeveless t-shirt, although as a concession to the weather, long pants instead of shorts.
He was on his way back to Denver; he’d been in Omaha for a few days.
I was sort of impressed, because from Omaha to here to Denver involves not a detour, but a large “arc,†while going straightway would save more than 200 miles.
He said Interstate 80--the only interstate highway in all of Nebraska--was closed in substantial stretches because of the wind, which made visibility nonexistent. So he’d decided to come this way instead.
I told him if he wanted something to eat, feel free, as the refrigerator and cabinets are stocked full, but as he’s a vegetarian who also at the same time dislikes healthy dairy products, he said he’d pass, and drank bottled water as we visited.
I dunno if he was trying to be jocular or not, but he asked me how I was voting this year.
I reminded him of my personal motto--it’s even on some of the stationery I use--â€[franksolich] the same, yesterday, today, tomorrow, always the same,†hoping he’d get a clue from that.
He got it, and then stunned me by telling me he wasn’t voting at all this year.
He’d voted for Barack Milhous in 2008 because he considers himself “anti-establishment,†a “rebel,†an iconoclast, and he thought it was high time America quit being dominated by old white males.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
We’ve discussed this before, neither of us making any headway with the other.
He has the attitude of his late mother, who’d been real big on Kennedy and McGovern before he was even born. I remember that well; she wanted to see the “establishment†overthrown and a new age ushered in.
Well, what she never understood was that the “establishment†as defined by her generation during the hippie era was in fact overthrown, dumped into the garbage-bin of history. One can argue about a specific date when the torch was passed, and I usually argue it was the mid-term elections of 1974, right after Watergate.
By 1980, everything on the hippie agenda was either legal or at least socially respectable.
And of course the Democrats, liberals, and primitives have dominated American politics, media, academics, and culture since about the same time. Reagan, Bush, and Bush were just superficial, unable to do much, because the undercurrent was too strong. They managed to do a little bit of good, but not nearly as much as they could’ve, had they not been hindered by the new “establishment.â€
The Democrats, liberals, and primitives are the “establishment,†and have been for more than three decades now.
franksolich is the anti-establishmentarian, the rebel, the iconoclast, I reminded him, while he and his like are about as conventional as George Babbitt had been in Upton Sinclair’s America.
But whatever; I made no dent in his brain, repeating this.
That bit of politics done, we discussed family matters for a while. Despite his hostility towards God, decent and civilized people, and family values, he does care about me as his uncle, and is greatly concerned about what’s going to happen to me.
I assured him his uncle will continue carrying on, as I always have.
Since he wanted to get back to Denver before midnight--he’s using the moonbat femme’s car--his visit was short, maybe an hour and a half.
