There is this little food co-op I frequent but refuse to join. I must assume it’s controlled by nonnatives since their thinking and behavior does not reflect the locals of the area. These liberally-minded people call the locals rednecks, while these rednecks refer to them as citdiots, citiots, or simply a citiot.
Before I go further in what I’m about to say, I must inject that I speak with generalizations (prejudice is what the other side would call it). Not all rednecks are of high intelligence just like not all citdiots are on the lower end of the cognitive scale.
Anyhow, I figured that since they think it’s okay for themselves to be blatant about their New Age religious stance and their liberal democratic politics, so much so as to quickly eliminate any opposing publications that might find its way anywhere near the property of this authoritarian left-wing democrat co-op regime, then it’s okay for me to be blatant about my thoughts too.
I shall give some examples to display why I conclude what I do:
Years back, this food co-op relished the opportunity of possibly being able to regularly purchase a good source of high-quality organic produce from Amish farms. They especially loved the idea of having wholesale raw milk for retail sales. The closest thing to this milk possible for them to sell is pasteurized non-homogenized milk. The Amish had non-pasteurized non-homogenized milk, along with many other excellent goods. Their popping corn is far more nutritious than what can be found in almost any health food store these days. You could even see and smell the nutrition in the butter! They brought with them samples of many different cheeses, yogurt, breads, and eggs. Organic poultry, meats, and fish were being added to their expanding order form.
Anyhow, this particular Amish family went far out of their way to travel with their samples of potential goods to sell; plus, they put in a lot of effort for planning a way to bring their produce to this local area for the co-op’s market. Both the managers of the co-op and the Amish wanted this wonderful idea to work. A middle agent was required in order to make this business venture a reality. The Amish and the co-op had to depend on a reliable method of transport to get these goods from their farms to this market, especially since the produce was going from one state to another.
I wasn’t that transporting middle agent, but I was in the middle of hearing both sides to this failed project. When hearing what the Amish had to say about why they were unable to make this idea work, they spoke humbly with deep regrets over the disappointment of not being able to reach an agreement with the transport driver. Then when I listened to what the co-op manager involved with this had to say about what happened (or more like didn’t happen), she had an arrogant attitude of disgust towards the Amish because of not being able to get what she wanted.
I had already figured out that this co-op is run by a low-class clique before that Amish incident. After this episode mentioned above, I had requested my name to be placed on a waiting list for participating in their alternative plan for getting raw milk. Everyone who wanted this milk would take a turn at driving the distance needed to get enough milk for others in their group. When I had not heard from the woman in charge of organizing this after having waited patiently for a substantial period of time, I contacted her to ask what happened. She told me that she was sorry for having forgotten to include me on their list. That was already many years ago now. She still has not put me on their list. Humm . . . must be selective amnesia?
Here is another example of the type of people who usually join this co-op:
One day as I was shopping in this quaint little place, I heard a stranger trying to engage in friendly conversation with another shopper. I thought it odd that I’d only hear his voice. I couldn’t see at the moment who was talking since he wasn’t in my view. I observed what was going on for awhile. It’s true this guy was out of the ordinary in his approach with people, but clearly he wasn’t being rude. He spoke politely even though his voice may have been at a slightly higher volume than most others would talk.
Upon seeing that no one would associate with him, I decided to introduce myself to this interesting character. I must add that most of the people who shop in this co-op are odd characters. It’s obvious by how a lot of them dress. You’d think you have entered a place where everyone was in competition to be the most eccentric. Before I even got to the other side of the center isle where usually two cashiers are working (and that divided me from where this guy was now standing), I noticed the cashier nearby using a hand gesture to motion to the customer in front of me that this shunned guy was a kooky nut. Seeing her behave so arrogantly immature gave me the last bit of incentive I needed to get over my shyness.
As I was respectfully chatting away to get acquainted with this unappreciated fellow, I noticed everyone else around had stopped talking. They were all staring at me and this man. That’s odd . . . isn’t that socially incorrect behavior what those identical people would call rude if others did that to them?
Oh well, it’s all par for the course. They’re the ones who do such things as proudly sell Peace cereal to promote Yogi Bogi and support do-gooder activist movements, but yet they’re also the ones who make fun of and laugh at neighbors who don’t agree with their hypocritical agendas. These politically liberated folks are mostly migrants from the city who come to the country, buy up the land, raise the taxes and local prices, and then they tell the local natives how to live . . . all this to boot while saying, “Hey, no more building allowed around here because we live here now and we don’t want anymore changes now that things are the way we want them!” If that’s not bold enough, add to that their false advertising campaigns placed in their politically intellectual big-city newspapers back home about what the locals say so that these citdiots can reinforce their foothold they’ve gained in the area they’ve taken control over! . . . and they’re the very same ones who are against the principle of us going into another country and starting a war there!
They claim art, intelligence, and high-class didn’t exist until they brought it into the area. If only they could see how they really look, then maybe they wouldn’t act so foolish, immature, and trashy. That’s as likely to happen as it is for someone to turn back time.
