A Few Words About North Carolina

 Once North Carolina was perceived as a beautiful tourist destination hosting both the Atlantic Ocean and the Appalachian Mountains.  It is one of few states which offers a summer beach season and a winter ski season within a five hour drive.  The beaches of North and South Carolina once were white sand enclaves with varied lighthouses once protecting sailors and their ships from The Graveyard of the Atlantic.  The Outer Banks, while exerting this watery danger, also became a haven for ecology.  Its rugged Atlantic demeanor truly gave an unforgettable vacation experience.  There were seashells, crabs, and sea oats.  There were sand dunes and breaking waves and often a steady breeze to anesthetize summer heat.  This summer heat has become worse, and solely it is a product of man.  It is a product of the military industrial complex and corporate America.  Common men who work for a living have not caused North Carolina temperatures to rise to one hundred degrees for three months in the summer.  This is new.  This is man made, and this is a threat to the survival of planet Earth.  Asked which season of the year is your favorite, and you would hard pressed to answer, "Summer."  Summer in the Carolinas has been transformed into three months of a boiling seafood chowder.  Who profits from this transformation?  The answer is energy companies.  Man has sacrificed Mother Nature, the great riches of healing, catharsis, and relaxation.  Directly humankind is the metaphor for this loss.  We are taxed with anxiety, inability to focus, and loss of creativity.  This addicted population has been the plan.  The freedom once America provided, these things, have been robbed from us by both the Military Industrial Complex and Corporate America.  North Carolina is no different.  It dawned on me a few days ago.  Governor Roy Cooper, a democrat, feigns democratic ideals but operates within Phil Berger's Republican politics.  North Carolina is at the bottom of the heap in many realms.  Most recently we are last of fifty states in support of our workers.  That is because our corrupt, right-leaning, Republican State House couldn't give a shit about anyone except to whom they cater for state money.  Whether it be supersonic flight, electric automobiles, or Apple computers, the average struggling North Carolinian is like a New Yorker trying to survive beneath those towering skyscrapers in Manhattan.  They felt that a distant and controlling contingency moved into these isolated office buildings and created a chasm with the common city dweller.  North Carolina has become the same, and the corporate and military installations have nothing to do with North Carolina life.  Our state is a huge whore, and her monies go elsewhere.  Roy Cooper has morphed himself into an admirable pimp, and the quality of life for the rest of us is choking on jet fumes and the smell of manure.  The Cape Fear River Valley has become the largest gaping vagina, and in all of its glory hosts the John's and the diseases they bring.  Fayetteville has become the worst, and weekends now are a toxic waste dump for the military.  Once weekends and summers were tolerable for citizens.  The Sabbath was respected, and Sundays were meant for rest.  Now the rail industry chooses to fill this once quiet and restful time assembling trains.  They toil all weekend twenty-four hours a day making money for themselves.  None of the revenue goes back into the local kitty.  It goes to shareholders who own stock in these now publicly traded companies.  Wall Street over time has proven to be the pariah of America.  Moving money around is much easier than earning it from the ground up.  A ghetto is a place where the "vibe," the feeling of the geography, is so off putting no one feels good living there.  If you are not spending money surrounding yourself with pretty anodynes, then you feel like a bum on the street.  That is what downtown has become after the millions for a baseball stadium, luxury townhouses, and urban renewal.  There are people living in tents.  That Fort Bragg has forsaken Cumberland County treating her as a sewer is unforgivable.  Look up at the late afternoon sky and watch this toilet bowl fill up with shit.  Try to breathe after they have gassed downtown with noxious fumes.  Certainly we don't need another devastating hurricane to stimulate gentrification.  All of us will be dead pretty soon and replaced with zombies.  Zombies don't have to breathe.  That is becoming more difficult each day in Fayettenam.  DEQ only is an acronym until the Republican lead Statehouse decides otherwise.  Come take of whiff of this air.  You couldn't live here.