So the deal is this...
I'm now the chairman of a neighborhood group which is dedicated to stopping the expansion of a park that is at the end of our road.
The park is a problem because it is at the end of our narrow road and is next to an active landfill that stinks.
The end result is that it will then become a haven for the horrible beer drinking, meth smoking, copper wiring stealing morons that have become our lower classes.
I have kept my identity a "secret" for years mostly because this blog is how I feel right now and is not meant to be taken really seriously. If I use real names then I have to be accurate and correct and worry about people getting their feelings hurt. Also, I feel sort of pretentious using my real name. The blog is not really about you thinking I'm clever, its about you getting a laugh and me letting off a little steam and getting you to laugh.
As a farmer with no aspirations of greatness I had little to lose.
Now I have a real job and my blog sometimes involves my job.
It is not much of a stretch for local folk to figure out who I am and where I work. In fact it is pretty obvious.
For example, I ride a red Triumph which I've owned for 30 years. I've lived in the same community for 30 years. I've lived in the same house for a decade on the same farm that my grandparents bought in 1943. We farm with Minneapolis-Moline and White tractors. I work at the only college that can be called local. I drive the only red gator on campus.
I was a little surprised at the response to my idea of going private or invitation only.
I apparently have a small number of very faithful readers.
I guess I should add a question box at the bottom.
Check here if you think this blog post could get me fired...
Note: For those of you who oppose putting a park on a proposed Superfund site there will be another meeting to discuss organizing an opposition. It will be held at 6 p.m. Thursday, March 2, at the back room of the Hotel Oregon.
I will be the lady with frizzy hair and a purple cardigan smelling faintly of Chronic. Might as well just admit who I am right now... You can trust me...
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Uh-oh, Budd; it sounds as if you are becoming a politician! lol
ReplyDeleteopen a second 'serious' blog, but don't give up this one. because i enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteas you become more active in other things you may have to post less often.
also, why would you be fired? it is nobody's business but yours and i reckon most of your readers don't even live in the same state. i'm in eastern ohio.
i have no idea where you live or work.
If that is the kind of people a park attracts I can see why nobody would want it nearby. Good luck to you.
ReplyDeleteYou need a good slogan for yard signs, like "Stop Tweeker Park", a separate website, which could be nothing more than a single page, ideally stoptweekerpark.com, and a Facebook page with a similar name.
ReplyDeleteThen you need to work on phrasing like:
"tweekers from Portland and Salem"
"children playing in the toxic runoff of an abandoned landfill"
"can you guarantee you're not creating another Love Canal or Flint?"
I found the meeting tonight depressing. Out of 20 interested people seven showed up. I don't care about the park as much as I care about grass roots resistance. I want to learn how to resist and be successful.
ReplyDeleteThere has to be potlucks.
ReplyDeleteyeah. potlucks. make sure there are at least two jello salads for complete success.
Delete#resistance
With banjo music by Flying Pig Fiddle and Banjo.
ReplyDeleteOr The Legendary Stardust Cowboy
Now you're really talking toxic waste
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