Rural Life


May 8, 2003, 06:42 AM
Not really firearms related, I know.

Rural Life
By Keith Allison, D.Dn. © 2003

Like the first rays of dawn spilling over the plains, urbanites from the opulent cities of America, seeking the tranquility of country living, are flocking to rural destinations. They are in awe of the majesty of the views, the serenity of the rural lifestyle and the family farms becoming available for building new homes.

To rural areas they bring with them their city ideals and ideas of comfort; their Jaguars, BMW’S, Audi’s and Mercedes dot the landscape. At any hour of the day and night, the solitude of longtime rural residents is disturbed by the screaming lament of the newcomers two cycle off road vehicles, or the baying of their hounds penned up in 4 foot by 10 foot wire cages. On cold winter nights, their hot tubs and sauna’s spew steam into the pristine rural atmosphere.

At all hours of the day and night, they ride their bicycles, jog and trot, or walk their dogs on peaceful country lanes. The dogs they walk are un-tethered, but they expect the dogs that have resided in this rural environment for years to be restrained behind shoulder high, chain link fences. And yet, they call it abominable when a farm or ranch dog challenges them or their pets, for trespassing on his long protected domain.

Into this rural atmosphere, they bring with them their preconceived notions of what rural life should hold for one and all. Their land is theirs, but their neighbor’s becomes their property too. Per chance their neighbor is a rancher, they complain the smell of the cattle, sheep, hogs, or goats. If the neighbor is a farmer, they begrudge and complain of him working in his fields and orchards at 4:00 a.m., but they feel free to raid his land and partake of the fruit or vegetables he grows. In shrieking volumes, they bemoan the farmer’s use of pesticides, fertilizers and wind machines to protect these crops.

Along with them, they bring their need for urban regimentation, their need for sidewalks, paved roads and close proximity of neighbors. They cannot stand to see an open piece of land; it must be covered with cement or asphalt to discourage weeds, or to better protect their shoes from the muck and mire of rural America. These ex-urbanites cannot tolerate an open piece of land, land without pavement, land containing the food they daily consume.

In seeking the serenity of rural life, these newly transformed rural dwellers disfigure the land with their need for nearby shopping malls, convenience stores, office complexes and throngs of housing developments.

In the name of progress and convenience, our recent rural dwellers think nothing of destroying the habitat of the duck, pheasant, quail and dove. Their newly acquired property takes priority over the once plentiful coyote, deer and elk.

With their spawn, they increase the burden on overcrowded schools, and with seldom thought of consequences, they constantly increase property taxes to support these schools. They procreate so rapidly, the existing rural schools soon become obsolete and new ones must be built. Then, when burdensome property taxes make ranching and farming unprofitable, the farmers and ranchers are forced to step aside and make room for more of these newly landed gentry.

Into rural America, these urbanites bring with them little, if any, knowledge of how to live and function in harmony with the land. To the long time residents of rural America, the ex-urbanites message is loud and clear; “Whether you like it or not, we are going to change your life style. We are going to drag you kicking and screaming into the twenty first century.”

At the end of day, as the sun slowly drops behind the pines and mountains, and our new rural dwellers sit down to supper, they all croon the same tune; “Isn’t this rural life great?”

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Ol' Badger
May 8, 2003, 10:21 AM
sauna's arn't the only thing steaming in the country side! I've shoveled many a pile of dung on the farm!

But I would agree, please folks keep your silly looking family's in the city. They'll be more happy that way and the rest of us can still enjoy our lives.

On the other hand the artical struck a note with me. My friend took over his grandfathers farm and life was sweet for about 8 years. Then some POS lawyer :barf: built a million dollar home right on the other side of the road. He moved out after the trip into the city was to long in the winter. My friend couldn't aford the property taxs with the million dollar home right across the road and sold his farm. Well I'm no commie, but sometimes I wish all the stupid filthly rich folks would just die :fire:

May 8, 2003, 10:51 AM
At home in North Wales we have a similar problem with people from London outbidding locals so as to buy "holiday homes" from which they generally behave in a shocking manner - refusing to learn the language, complaining there isnt a Harvey Nichols in Capel Curig and so forth. It got so out of hand in the 1980's that there was a movement called the Meibion Glyndwr that went around burning English homes down (without the English being in them :D ).

Fortunately the meibion have gone quiet now, probably because they scared City folks off so the problem has shifted to either Cornwall / Devon or, for the richer, rural Ireland, and because some of them got arrested for other stuff.

Navy joe
May 8, 2003, 12:05 PM
Well actually, my family emigrated from the big city in the 50's. By the time I came along though we blended in pretty good, I grew up in a two room house with no indoor plumbing. Later moved on to other digs, but always very country. Still remember the flap over our town's first stoplight. Now there are 3 and a McDonald's. Did I mention this town has beautiful mountain scenery and is only 80 miles from DC? Yeah, I've lived that article.

Ol' Badger
May 8, 2003, 01:31 PM
Let me guess? Berryville? Sparryville? Hmmm thats area is mighty purdy indeed.:)

May 8, 2003, 01:47 PM
Interesting problem for which too few know the reason.

Root cause of the suburban sprawl of the last 40 years has been because of "equal housing" laws, "housing opportunity" laws and "food stamp and benefits" laws.

Equal housing = you have to sell your house to anyone who has the money regardless of their suitability to the neighborhood.

Housing opportunity = people get free government money to buy housing they can't afford.

Food stamps and other "benefits" = zero incentive to learn how to garden and produce food.

Ignorant and lazy people move in to the city to be closer to the cash "benefits". People who would otherwise live forever in their townhouse move out when a crack whore and her seventeen children "buy" the house next door.

May 8, 2003, 01:57 PM
Not really firearms related, I know.

I'm surprised the author didn't mention long-time shooting ranges that come into conflict with new neighbors, often from the city or suburbs and inhabiting recent housing developments, who don't take well to the noise, perceived threat, or just the simple idea of a gun range.

Their land is theirs, but their neighbor’s becomes their property too.
Oh, I just LOVE "people" such as this. I have neighbors like this. They should consider themselves fortunate that I am as sane, controlled, and saturated with fear of God and our legal system as I am. :fire:

Per chance their neighbor is a rancher, they complain the smell of the cattle, sheep, hogs, or goats.
Change this to: Per chance their neighbor is a gun owner, they complain of the noise, perceived threat to life and limb (assuming the shooting is in fact done safely and there is no real threat), maybe the smell of burnt powder (mmmm, burnt powder), or just the fact that there exists an evil-doer with his/her evil child-kiling weapons of mass destruction.

Ol' Badger
May 8, 2003, 02:29 PM
If I can get my girl to wear burnt powder and Hoppes 9 purfume I'll be a happy man :)

Navy joe
May 8, 2003, 03:52 PM
Badger, very close on the Sperryville, other side of Old Rag Mtn. The saving grace of Sperryville is it resides in a county that has a very elitist policy of 20 acre min. zoning. That preserves the country look, but to live there you have to be pre-existing or have a lot of money to play the game. The downside is that not so well off carpetbaggers go to adjoining counties.

Another problem is the cost of living. If you tell one of these migrants that land is 8K an acre and their house is 300,000 they whip out the checkbook and think it's cheap. Guess that's what happens when you live in a 180K townhouse long enough.

Next funny thing is they get themselves a barn, Kubota tractor, and two horses and decide they are farmers. Next not so funny thing after that is that they get their nose into local politics. This of course goes hand in hand with getting into what their neighbor does on their own land. Hunting season is always a hoot. So is opening day of fishing season for that matter.

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