I'm still here. Still in Mississippi. Still surrounded and outnumbered by ignorance.
We have a new mayor. The coffeehouse is open. There's a new corporate chain pizza store. But, really, nothing's changed because the core of the culture of this place has not been impacted one smidgen by any of these superficial changes. The core of this culture is scared of the world and unquestioningly submissive to the God myth.
The new mayor used to be the Representative to the State Legislature for this district. Now that he's vacated that post, guess who's up to be elected as his replacement? That's right: the old mayor of this town. Isn't that cute? They just switched places.
I live in Hell. That's what I tell friends from other places when they ask how I am. Locally, such a statement would be proof that I need the salvation they're selling. Thing is, what they call Salvation is actually subjugation, relinquishing freedom of thought, kowtowing to the overbearing persuasion of the religious bigotry that defines this place; all of which is my definition of Hell.
When I go to the grocer's, this is the kind of stuff that visually bombards customers from the front window. Who posts this sh*t? There's no name, no phone, no email address and no address for where the meetings are held. It's anonymous, it's depressing, it's unnecessary and yet... This notice will probably hang in the window for weeks, undisturbed.
My notice announcing the formation of a writer's group, on the other hand, with name, telephone number, email address and description of the group's objectives, was removed by a mysterious hand within 10 days of being posted.
That's how they do things in Hell. I won't be here forever but for now...