Having recently relocated to Colorado, I am still learning the state and its people and way of life. In many ways, it really wasn’t what I expected, there is definitely a city crowd who would get lost in a Winter Wheat field and prolly don’t know Sorghum from Soy, but certainly know Shiraz from Syrah.
A sense of culture clash, is it? A bit of a fuzzy bunny caught in a crossfire, do I find myself?
Speaking of crossfire, the current gun control debate has come to roost here, perhaps not surprisingly. Of course, the pre-migration me would have shrugged at the thought of a Western state with a history of independence and self-determination, government in its place thinking limiting access to guns. And the post-migration me still shrugs.
And I am thinking I am largely right in my guess, efforts to control guns having been hemmed into high capacity magazines. Irony though that a manufacturer of such magazines and component parts is right here in the Neighborhood. Hmmm, a tough economy, manufacturing jobs disappearing every minute, quite the quandary.
Noise is funny, it is additive, subtractive, certain frequencies penetrate the background more effectively than others. One of the great conundrums of 21st Century politics—what to do with the Noisy Minority? Democracy, after all, is about voting, an activity generating only the scrape of a pencil, the thunk of lever, and these days the crunch of a receipt spitting out of a touch screen machine. The Noise comes before and after, Sound and Fury. And with it comes the clink of the bank account and the blare of the TV ad.
Of course, in the World of Workforce, there are apples and oranges, Sorghum and Shiraz and the Noisy won’t miss what the Quiet live by. Only time will tell How It Ends . . . .