Another beautiful day here in South Mississippi. I went to the firehouse in town to see what was up with the Spring Festival. I was too early, and the vendors were just setting up. The local policeman had blocked off a section of highway a few hundred feet long (which composes most of the town.) A stereo systen was blaring gospel music in front of the fire house.

There is a huge, mossy barked, ancient old live oak in front of the fire house with benches built around it. I was dismayed to see that Singing River power company had come along and chopped out the middle crown of the tree like a wide part in someone's hair, so the limbs wouldn't brush against the power lines. It seems like such a desecration to chop up a fine old tree like that. One day that venerable old tree, the oldest living thing in this part of the county, will give up from being paved around and chopped on, and die.

I was reading the paper under its shade waiting for the hamburgers to come off a grill of a vendor, reading about Chen Guangcheng and his plight in China, the blind dissident who wants to come to the US. The US screams about human rights to every country in the world, and if the US had failed to help him and his family to get to the US in some way, and failed to assist him, I would have wondered what has our country come to, to kowtow and be submissive to the Chinese (who have the balls of the US in tight grip.)
Would any other nation have the least shred of respect for us if we abandon him?

Anyway, Bye y'all and have a good day, susil