Not really firearms related, I know.
http://www.sierratimes.com/03/05/08/guestoped_ka.htm
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.â€
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 lifegreat?â€
http://www.sierratimes.com/03/05/08/guestoped_ka.htm
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.â€
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 lifegreat?â€
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 
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