The conscientious alien

I often notice how my thinking, my frame of reference, is different from folks around here. Many times I feel uncertain and I don’t know if I understand what people are saying or not. That is the plight of the conscientious alien.


Time travel

American provincialism

I am an alien. Many times, I feel like a time traveler, too. The advanced technology, the infrastructure, the variety of goods and services available, the affluence… It is not any of that stuff I have in mind when I feel as if I have traveled back in time. Think of bible thumpers beating their children senseless or denying them life saving medical care. Rednecks who know the proper place for women, and know how to put them there if they get out of line. Those non natives who think of themselves as the ‘real’ Americans with the ‘correct’ values and patriotic sentiments. And all those people who know little more about the world than that it isn’t flat and Canada is north of ‘here’. Cults, con schemes, mind numbing entertainment. This country has no shortage of pretty extreme examples of stunted development and backwardness. But the extremes are not really much of a concern to me. They are far away. They don’t impact my life. I read about them. I hear about them. I shake my head in disappointment and disbelief, knowing that my reactions are in unison with a large part of the educated, more broad-minded population.

Actually, it is this educated, ‘broad-minded’ category that really make me feel like I have arrived from the future.

To be continued…

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