Anybody who wanders around the world saying, "Hell yes, I'm from Texas," deserves whatever happens to him. And he had, after all, come here once again to make a nineteenth-century ass of himself in the midst of some jaded, atavistic freakout with nothing to recommend it except a very saleable "tradition."
i happened to run into a bit of luck this morning when my usual routine turned me to this:
today just happens to be boring, i almost feel as though i should take the time to write a long winded post about coming of age and recent realizations, a classic affirmation of growth and maturity. "A gross physical salute to the fantastic possibilities of life in this country. But only for those with true grit. " Unfortunatly, nothing comes to mind, save, that i just bought "It's a mad mad mad mad world" on dvd, and spent free moments of the past few days analyzing jurassic park and TMNT 1 on VHS.
One of the key genetic rules in breeding dogs, horses or any other kind of thoroughbred is that close inbreeding tends to magnify the weak points in a bloodline as well as the strong points. In horse breeding, for instance, there is a definite risk in breeding two fast horses who are both a little crazy. The offspring will likely be very fast and also very crazy. So the trick in breeding thoroughbreds is to retain the good traits and filter out the bad. But the breeding of humans is not so wisely supervised, particularly in a narrow Southern society where the closest kind of inbreeding is not only stylish and acceptable, but far more convenient--to the parents--than setting their offspring free to find their own mates, for their own reasons and in their own ways.