The Horse Worshippers of Hollow Road
Sep. 4th, 2020 08:49 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Yesterday’s Big Laugh, courtesy of the National Counting Project: Are you interested in enumerating in southern states for the rest of the month?
What, I ask you, could be more fun than getting doors slammed in your face throughout Alabama and Mississippi where the morning humidity index hovers near 83%?
Let’s see…
Getting splinters forced into your fingernail beds?
Listening to Justin Bieber?
Having sex with Donald Trump?
I didn’t bother responding to the text.
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Yesterday’s adventures took me to places I’d never been before—like the strange hill settlements along Hollow Road where, apparently, they worship horses:
Then it was off to Staatsburg. Parts of Staatsburg I’d never seen before! Parts of Staatsburg that apparently are inhabited by two tribes: people who’ve lived there all their lives and rich New York City-ites, squatting in their second homes ‘cause covid. The former live in mobile homes; the latter in much-renovated 19th century fairy palaces.
The tribes fly the flags of their distant gods, Trump and Biden, and do not like each other much at all.
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If only the National Counting Project would keep sending me to places I’ve never seen before, I’d do it forever.
Alas! They keep sending me back to the—ugh—Section 8 housing tracts, which fill me with existential despair.
Confidential to the National Counting Project! These mooks are never gonna grant me that 10-minute interview that will complete their National Counting Project surveys! No matter how much I entreat, cajole or try to explain that their food stamps and Medicaid—yes, yes, a presumption on my part! But a presumption with fair betting odds—depends upon it.
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Date: 2020-09-04 02:08 pm (UTC)...I would have to think twice about that, as well, even though you would most certainly SEE Things.
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Date: 2020-09-05 01:09 pm (UTC)And if I were 20 years younger, I might seriously think about counting in the south—because that would be an experience.