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KKK adopts a highway
Beware the wrath of the cusped moon
Highway patrolled by the KKK
Post Title: KKK
Post Date: January 5, 2014
Driving country roads in the Ozarks, maybe the late ’80s. We took notice of a sign crediting the KKK for maintaining the next two miles in a litter-free state. The sign was of the quality of any other state-sponsored program. Lots of squashed armadillos; they probably don’t look both ways. We had just purchased a couple of the best peaches we ever had from a local gent who was probably the progeny of a long line of cousins — not a lot of travel goin’ on’ around here. We met similar people in Rabbit Hash, Kentucky, but that there’s another story.
THREAT TO TEACHER 1868, Copied from The Ku Klux Klan, by Wm Peirce Rande,l 1965, pp. 99:
1st Quarter, 8th Bloody moon — Ere the next quarter BE GONE! Unholy teacher of the blacks, ere it is too late! Punishment awaits you, and such horrors as no man ever underwent and lived. The cusped moon is full of wrath, and as its horns fill the deadly mixture will fall on your unhallowed head. Beware! When the black cat sleeps we that are dead yet live are watching you. Fool! Adulterer and cursed Hypocrite! The far piercing eye of THE GRAND CYCLOPS is upon you! Fly the wrath to come.
Ku Klux Klan
Now that’s what I call a threat.
Post Title: Introductions
Post Date: September 23, 2014
Recent road trip...visit a couple. It’s his fifth or seventh matrimonial agreement; he don’t keep a diary. This one seems to be likely to stick: she is fairly well off and is pleased with the union as is. We were having dinner, and he says, “Barbara is the first girl I ever married that I didn’t meet in a bar.”
Post Title: Eva Knievel
Post Date: October 2, 2014
I’m sweeping leaves off the driveway when I hear the sound of skidding tires. I look south to the bottom of the hill, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a big pink Cadillac convertible, apparently out of control. A not-uncommon occurrence (though the first time for a Cadillac). She was heading for an opening between the guard rail and a fence; she got through very nicely and flew off a 30-foot embankment, landing with a thud in a parking lot.
Large Cadillac — big fins but no wings. The sole occupants of the lot were a hippie couple in their VW Bus —awning out, chairs, table, etc. — just relaxing and thinking of peace and freedom and free love when WHAM, CRASH, BANG. Then it became quiet. I don’t believe anyone was hurt, but the hippies’ home was no more, the Cadillac needed some work, and I had a great incident to relate to friends and relatives (not always inclusive).
This hill (street) was built as two separate parts: the top was a rather mild incline, then suddenly, a curve and steep downgrade. Many single-car accidents occurred, especially shortly after bar-closing time. The Cadillac lady was probably on medication, since it was daytime. The old heavy ’60s and ’70s cars were the ones that needed to be carefully managed. A few years ago, the city traffic division reduced the lanes to one in each direction, and all is nice and peaceful. And a Cadillac can fly.
Post Title: Of, By, and For the People
Post Date: November 11, 2014
Ambrose Bierce (1842–1913), philosopher, author, editor, and journalist, interestingly writes in Ashes of the Beacon about research — done in the year “4529” — of the misguided concepts that led to the demise of the Beacon (USA). One of his criticisms (which applies today) is of the idea that the practice of a popular vote is a reasonable way to govern. The fault lies in the idea that a group of people of moderate intellect can somehow collectively come to a wiser decision than their wisest member: that units of intelligence are addable. It has never been more apparent that this is total garbage: the more voters, the more appalling the results. The long-term trend irreversible and hopelessly negative. Fortunately, it is a rather slow process. You might enjoy reading Bierce; he was a Federal Civil War officer, uninhibited in the pursuit of adventure and truth. He authored The Devil’s Dictionary.
Title: Hometown Horror | Address: hometownhorror.blogspot.com
Author: William Mondt | From: Bay Park | Blogging since: 2010
Here's something you might be interested in.
KKK adopts a highway
Beware the wrath of the cusped moon
KKK adopts a highway
Beware the wrath of the cusped moon
Highway patrolled by the KKK
Post Title: KKK
Post Date: January 5, 2014
Driving country roads in the Ozarks, maybe the late ’80s. We took notice of a sign crediting the KKK for maintaining the next two miles in a litter-free state. The sign was of the quality of any other state-sponsored program. Lots of squashed armadillos; they probably don’t look both ways. We had just purchased a couple of the best peaches we ever had from a local gent who was probably the progeny of a long line of cousins — not a lot of travel goin’ on’ around here. We met similar people in Rabbit Hash, Kentucky, but that there’s another story.
THREAT TO TEACHER 1868, Copied from The Ku Klux Klan, by Wm Peirce Rande,l 1965, pp. 99:
1st Quarter, 8th Bloody moon — Ere the next quarter BE GONE! Unholy teacher of the blacks, ere it is too late! Punishment awaits you, and such horrors as no man ever underwent and lived. The cusped moon is full of wrath, and as its horns fill the deadly mixture will fall on your unhallowed head. Beware! When the black cat sleeps we that are dead yet live are watching you. Fool! Adulterer and cursed Hypocrite! The far piercing eye of THE GRAND CYCLOPS is upon you! Fly the wrath to come.
Ku Klux Klan
Now that’s what I call a threat.
Post Title: Introductions
Post Date: September 23, 2014
Recent road trip...visit a couple. It’s his fifth or seventh matrimonial agreement; he don’t keep a diary. This one seems to be likely to stick: she is fairly well off and is pleased with the union as is. We were having dinner, and he says, “Barbara is the first girl I ever married that I didn’t meet in a bar.”
Post Title: Eva Knievel
Post Date: October 2, 2014
I’m sweeping leaves off the driveway when I hear the sound of skidding tires. I look south to the bottom of the hill, and what to my wondering eyes should appear but a big pink Cadillac convertible, apparently out of control. A not-uncommon occurrence (though the first time for a Cadillac). She was heading for an opening between the guard rail and a fence; she got through very nicely and flew off a 30-foot embankment, landing with a thud in a parking lot.
Large Cadillac — big fins but no wings. The sole occupants of the lot were a hippie couple in their VW Bus —awning out, chairs, table, etc. — just relaxing and thinking of peace and freedom and free love when WHAM, CRASH, BANG. Then it became quiet. I don’t believe anyone was hurt, but the hippies’ home was no more, the Cadillac needed some work, and I had a great incident to relate to friends and relatives (not always inclusive).
This hill (street) was built as two separate parts: the top was a rather mild incline, then suddenly, a curve and steep downgrade. Many single-car accidents occurred, especially shortly after bar-closing time. The Cadillac lady was probably on medication, since it was daytime. The old heavy ’60s and ’70s cars were the ones that needed to be carefully managed. A few years ago, the city traffic division reduced the lanes to one in each direction, and all is nice and peaceful. And a Cadillac can fly.
Post Title: Of, By, and For the People
Post Date: November 11, 2014
Ambrose Bierce (1842–1913), philosopher, author, editor, and journalist, interestingly writes in Ashes of the Beacon about research — done in the year “4529” — of the misguided concepts that led to the demise of the Beacon (USA). One of his criticisms (which applies today) is of the idea that the practice of a popular vote is a reasonable way to govern. The fault lies in the idea that a group of people of moderate intellect can somehow collectively come to a wiser decision than their wisest member: that units of intelligence are addable. It has never been more apparent that this is total garbage: the more voters, the more appalling the results. The long-term trend irreversible and hopelessly negative. Fortunately, it is a rather slow process. You might enjoy reading Bierce; he was a Federal Civil War officer, uninhibited in the pursuit of adventure and truth. He authored The Devil’s Dictionary.
Title: Hometown Horror | Address: hometownhorror.blogspot.com
Author: William Mondt | From: Bay Park | Blogging since: 2010
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