So about ten years ago or so, when Mitch Daniels was still the governor I think, I was talking on the phone to the guy whose company bought Ball Glass in Muncie when Weird Uncle Lou the creepy mailman I had on 17th street was telling one of my neighbors not to worry that I'd figure out and was telling people that he could see me in my apartment and was manipulating me in my bed so that I couldn't sleep because I was a whore and nobody would listen to me, and I lost my mind, right there in the middle of an English lesson. I don't believe I taught another lesson again after that. I kept making calls but I just stopped teaching. I explained it to the person I was talking to, I said that in order to teach I had to use a persona that wasn't of any profit to me and it was making me weak, that when people here call someone a whore like that it means that if we were found at rush hour to be dead in the middle of the main road the police would not investigate it, the paper would not report on it and I needed that part of my brain for self defense. I said I could also no longer talk about the town I was living in or the state I was living in as a place that could theoretically improve with more jobs development but that I thought the only hope of making this any kind of better place would be complete disinvestment so people could sit in their own dirty diapers and get sores.
I was thinking this morning too about how when I went to the Hub week before last, I got accused of prostitution in ever way possible and was asked how I "disinfected" my dreadlocks and I said I don't get infection in them but nobody seemed to take that serious. I'm certain they were talking about how I must be sucking dicks, which I don't think anyone of them had one, I was thinking, my grandfather's practice of removing them from the equation entirely seems to be a positive practice for the productivity of people both male and female in most cases, though Dad still has the policy that I really do need to fuck off more often and I don't think that will ever change considering how my conversation with Mom went last night at his suggestion.
But prostitution would be fucking on. I shouldn't be on at all really, fucking or otherwise.
Oh where I was going with this is instead of niggers which upsets people too much we all think "turd faces" is a good term for these people. I can't call them rednecks or white trash but turd faces seems to be a good term because its not disparaging a characteristic that really only refers to people many generations ago from here that actually used to work, or a race but it really is easy to see the actual faces of these people in the minds eye when someone says "I ran into a nest of turd faces yesterday".
Turd is a little like tard, but not close enough and these people pretend to be incapable of all thought and work and improvement, but we can't call them tard faces, and tarred and feathered is reserved for people who really aspire to fuck up royally. Aspire is not a word that can be applied to these people.
I started telling my students after Weird Uncle Lou's commentary that the culture here belonged in a petrie dish, but right off the bat my students were muttering no, it doesn't, it belongs in the locker at the CDC next to the small pox samples.
*there wont be any talk of jobs development until I can spend the entire day at the library if I so choose and the entire trip back and forth without encountering any kind of beating gasses, but we wont assess that until I have forgotten what it like to be exposed to gas in my home and don't even remember to talk about this aspect of the past unless specific words are said and youngsters are present*
