I came across this interesting website today while searching for what the new “political incorrect words” for 2010 might be.  As the website points out: The words listed here are words that are no longer usable, or whose meanings have been altered to make them difficult to use. These were all words which could be freely used at some point in US history, but which modern culture is attempting to stamp out.

Which to me, this can only mean one thing… I want to use them daily just to piss the Liberals off!

Here is the current list, but I’m sure we all know a lot more terms that have taken over by the Liberal government and press. So, see if you can think of more to add to “DUE USE LIST TO POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS”.

Broken Home – Replaced by Dysfunctional family.

Bum – Replaced by Homeless Person.Calling a person a “Bum” implies that the person is a moocher that is too lazy to get a job. Referring to him as a “Homeless Person” removes this stigma, and implies that he would be a perfectly normal citizen if only the government would give him a house. (See :State-Socialism)

Crazy – Replaced by the term Mental Illness. And, since it is an illness, it may be treated in the same manner as other diseases – with drugs. Of course, this idea is nothing new … people have been using drugs to treat depression for centuries. (I don’t know about this one. I always like being told the truth)

Criminal – Replaced by behaviorally challenged. This is one change that makes sense. A lot of the people in prisons today are not really “criminals” in the classic sense. Thanks to the “War on Drugs”, there are a lot of people in jail because they failed to “behave” properly.

Eastern (As when used when discussing Asian Culture) – Too Eurocentric. Instead, use Africa as your frame of reference. When discussing European culture you should now use the phase “Northern”, and when discussing Asia use the phrase “North-Eastern”. Now isn’t that better?

Factory – Replaced by Plant. The word Factory is a place where mistreated laborers toil long hours to produce pollution that billows forth from gigantic smokestacks. The word Plant is preferred since it is more difficult for this term to carry a negative connotation since this term is also used to describe nature. Its counterpart noun describes plant life (Plants, as in flowers, shrubs, etc). And the Verb form, to plant, is the process of lovingly placing a seed in the ground so it may one day grow into a mighty oak. Who can complain about having a new plant in their backyard?

Failure – Replaced by Deferred Success.

Fairy – Homophobic. Replaced by Petite airborne humanoid which possesses magical powers. The term fairy should be avoided when discussing these mythical beings, regardless of how gay they may appear.

Fat – Replaced by Enlarged physical condition caused by a completely natural genetically-induced hormone imbalance. Of course, this is very difficult to say in one breath– so people will find it easier to not say it at all. The term “fat” is simply too short and to direct. It all too clearly points out that the reason that an obese person’s skin appears so swollen is because it is being buttressed by large amounts of… well… Fat.

Foreign Food – Replaced by Ethnic Cuisine. The word foreign is generally used when one wishes to refer to something that alien to ones own country — something that is not normally found within the jurisdiction of your own particular political unit. But with the increasing power of multinational organizations (such as the U.N. and large corporations), nothing can be said to be truly ‘foreign’ anymore. In a world where you can find a McDonald’s in Moscow, a Disneyland in Japan, or a single currency throughout Europe, the word ‘Foreign’ is losing its meaning.

The word ‘ethnic’ provides a more accurate way to refer to these cultural traits which are continually growing fainter as we move away from the world of the past, in which different areas of the world were actually unique.

Founding Fathers – Too Sexist. Instead, use the term The Founders. We wouldn’t want to exclude all those great female leaders of 18th century America would we?

Garbage Man – Replaced by Sanitation Engineer – A Garbage Man picks up garbage. A Sanitation Engineer engineers it. (Again, I don’t know about this one. My Uncle Jim was proud to be called a “garbage man” all the way to the bank.)

Ghetto – Replaced by Economically disadvantaged area. This term is used by politicians who believe money from the Government would solve their problems. (See : State-Socialism)

Girlfriend/Wife – Replaced by Unpaid sex worker (Isn’t this more insulting to women?)

Handicapped – Replaced by Physically Challenged, or even worse, handicapable

Home-ec (Home Economics) – Replaced by Family and Consumer Sciences, and I’m really not sure why. These classes have been taught in school since the early 1900’s after Ellen Swallow Richards, an old-time feminist and the first woman to graduate from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, formed the American Home Economics Association in 1909. But I suppose that the reason for the change has something to do with the fact that Home-Ec is generally considered a ‘girly’ class, and is therefore sexist.

Housewife – Replaced by Domestic Engineer. This is to remove the necessity of marriage from the task of raising children.

Illegal Aliens – Replaced by Undocumented Immigrants. The phrase ‘Illegal Aliens’ implies that these people are a bunch of law-breaking creatures from outer space, while ‘Undocumented Immigrants’ suggests that they are good old-fashioned immigrants that simply have not gone through the hassle of being ‘documented’ yet. (This one where the government just doesn’t know the meaning of the word ILLEGAL)

Janitor – Replaced by Custodial Artist. No matter what you call it, this is a person who is paid to clean up shit.

Jungle – Replaced by Rainforest. A Rainforest is a happy place where Disney characters dance and sing … a jungle is a scary place with lions, tigers, malaria and natives that want to cut off your head and boil it for dinner… who in their right mind would want to save that!?!

Lumberjack – Replaced by Murderer. (I just don’t get this one? Can anyone help me?)

Man’s Job and Woman’s Work – Replaced by Traditional Gender Role. These are basic practices that are followed in one form or another by most of the life forms on this planet, and have been part of human culture for thousands of years… and as with most other ‘traditions’, a lot of people believe that it is time for a change.

Midget – Replaced by Vertically Challenged. (I thought they were “LITTLE PEOPLE?”)

Natural Disaster – replaced by Unnatural Event caused by man’s destruction of the environment. Every hurricane, mudslide, and flood sould be blamed on Global Warming, even though these events have been occurring for millions of years. (I’m still waiting for somebody to blame the last Ice Age on the campfires of cavemen)

Nigger – Originally, A negro Slave. Has evolved to mean “A Trashy or devious Negro”, but the word has still lost acceptance. (see : White Trash)

Psycho – Replaced by Pathologically High-Spirited

Secretary – Replaced by Administrative Assistant – The word Secretary comes from Latin and means ‘Confidential Officer’ – And for some unknown reason this is a bad thing.

Sex Change – Replaced by gender re-assignment.

Swamp – Replaced by Wetland. Swamps are full alligators, bugs, and disease. If anybody went around saying that we need to “save the swamps”, people would think they were out of their friggin’ mind!

Trailer Park – Replace by Mobile Home Community.

Ugly – Replaced by Visually Challenging.

White Trash – Losers of European descent. Term still in acceptance, although its counterpart term to describe trash of the negro race is being eliminated.

Winter is ideal for a trip to the Okefenokee Swamp. Unfortunately, the alligators are less visible due to inactivity during the colder months, but luckily, so are the bugs. In only an hour’s time, I found myself completely removed from everyday life, and the sounds of great blue herons, egrets, and frogs replaced the din of the city.  I’d like to camp overnight next time and become familiar with night’s songs.

“The landscape of my childhood was of fierce occupation by trees.”

“Our town (Baxley) isn’t aesthetically pleasing by any stretch of the eye, but it isn’t artless. Our dreamers, paupers, alcoholics, millionaires, idiot savants, infirm, and a goodly share of geniuses save us from artlessness. Ours is folk art.”

On the way back from the Okefenokee Swamp, we took 15 through Baxley because I wanted to see the town where Janisse Ray found much of her inspiration. In her books, she describes a childhood among longleaf pine flatwoods, and junkyard adventures. She’s an incredible author, as well as a spirited environmental activist. Here’s her description of spring in south Georgia:

“…azaleas loud with fuschia, pink, magenta, and flame; water oaks with their pools of viridescent shade; sweetshrub, coral honeysuckle, and dooryard quince wildly extravagant in their blooms; a patch of lavender phlox. White azaleas. Wild cherries and sassafras bloom, one wide open, one timid. Only the pecan trees wait.”

We pulled into Baxley around 6:00, just as Orion put on his belt.  We stopped at a tiny pizza place called Jim’s Pizza that sits right on South Main Street. The young waitress said with a twang, “That’s a first,” as I ordered a cheeseless pie with black olives, jalapenos, green peppers and onions.  A large, moustached man covered in camouflage from head to toe (literally) made three trips to the buffet while dodging a pair of brothers running back and forth from the salad bar searching for the largest slice of onion ever seen. Unfortunately, our dining experience was the extent of my visit to Ray’s hometown, but I’ll return another day.  The above quotes are from her book, Wild Card Quilt.

“DOG-LIKE SPARKY” (A WORK IN PROGRESS) – Film Still – Mr J Landon 09

Chapter One

It was hotter than hell and the damn mosquitoes were like demons from the fire itself. Sydney sat in the back courtyard, smoking a cigarette, ears turned to the small monitor for the slightest sound of movement from the bedroom.

The air was heavy, so heavy it seemed to make movement harder somehow. It made a person lethargic, lazy. It seemed to suck the life right out of you.
She exhaled a stream of smoke, half expecting the smoke to be absorbed by the clinging, inescapable humidity. The bayou was silent tonight. Everything was silent. Even the wind chimes hung stick straight. It was silent enough to give one the chills if one was superstitious enough. She wasn’t. But maybe a little gris-gris was just what she needed.

With a sigh, she stubbed out the cigarette and picked up the cell phone on the side table. No more putting it off, it was time. He was asking for them.
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He ducked behind the cover of a building. His rifle was heavy in his arms. Sweat dripped down his forehead underneath the heat of his helmet. He could hear shots in the distance. He heard a noise behind him, he tensed.

“Get out!”
Gage shook his head, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare. . “We’re on the road. Are you nuts?”
“We’re at the levee, Gage. You passed out just outside of Baton Rouge.”
Her face glowed green in the car and suddenly Gage knew she wasn’t joking, she was kicking him out.
“Oh, hell, Dani, what brought this on?
“We’re going nowhere, you’re going nowhere, and I’m tired of it. Jesus, Gage. Your dad owns half of Lafayette parish and you take it for granted. You’re self-destructive and selfish. You’re bringing me down with you. Look at you. You haven‘t shaved in days, your breath smells like a brewery, and it‘s not even 7:30 and you‘re passed out.”
He felt his well-known temper flare. The temper that had caused more than one scar from bar fights.
“Maybe at one time, I was a sucker for lost causes.” She started the ignition. “Not anymore. Get out”
“It’s the middle of the night!”
“I’m sure your drinking buddies will come get you.”
“You’re crazy you know that! Nuts!” he slammed the door shut and kicked a spray of dirt and rock at her car as she backed up. He watched her glowing taillights fade in the darkness, listened to the growing night sounds of the Atchafalaya. He cursed again and kicked another spray of dirt at nothing in particular.
He blew out a sigh and grabbed his cell-phone.
“Hey man, where you at?” he listened for a moment then spoke again, “Man, come get me. I’m at the levee, near Angelle’s.”
Another pause, then, “Yeah, she kicked me out again. Damn crazy woman. Bring something to drink with you.”
“Cool man, thanks.”
He clicked his phone shut, then it was silent. Only the swamp noise remained.
Carly stifled a yawn as he started story number twelve about why his relationships haven’t worked out. Maybe if he’d stop talking and actually listen, he might have better luck. And maybe, just maybe, if he’d not tell EVERYTHING on the first date, he’d have better luck too.
She let him talk, nodding and agreeing at what seemed to be the appropriate moments and starts to watch the people in the bar. She began to create stories for them.
The couple next to her are newly married, it doesn’t matter if they really are or not. The couple at the bar are clandestine lovers. The guy keeps stealing furtive glances at the door, in guilt and fear that he might get caught.
Her date mumbles on about something else then slides off the seat to excuse himself and she grabs her phone and sends the familiar SOS text message her best friend Catherine. She knows what to do. She will be rescued.
Her date returns to his seat and her phone rings.
Right on time.
“Excuse me,” she says, “I have to take this.”
She walks out of the bar and into the chilly night air.
“How bad is it?” Catherine asks.
“Well, I’m making an appointment with Brian tomorrow to color my hair to cover the grays that have sprouted in the last hour.”
She snorts, “That’s bad.”
“I gotta go. I’ll call you later.”
“I want all the details.”
“You got it.”
She flips the phone closed and returns to the bar. She arranges her face into what she hopes looks like remorse.
“Um, I’m really sorry, but that was my roommate. She’s locked her keys in her car and I have her spare set.”
His face falls, and she feels a slight tug of guilt. .
“But I was just about to invite you to Denver to meet my parents.”
She blinks her eyes a couple of times, her internal editor completely closing her mouth. Finally, she speaks, “I’m really sorry. Thanks again for the drink.”
“Let me walk you to your car.”
He is eye level with her chest and she’s slightly unnerved. It’s one thing to have a guy give your body a glance or two, it’s another to have him stare there because he really can’t help it.
“I’ll be allright,” she tells him. “I’m parked right outside.”
His face falls again. “Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
He reaches for a hug and she bends down to meet him.
“Can I call you?”
She hates this part. She hates telling a guy he can call her. She hates giving him that false hope or leading him on. She’d been in that situation way too many times. If she had a quarter for every time a guy told her he’d call and he wouldn’t, she’d be able to build that larger deck on the back of the bar that she and her other best friend Joey owned.
So she says, “Sure.” and mentally kicks myself in the behind. Karma’s a bitch and she knows this is going to come back and bite her in the ass.

She gives him one last half-hearted smile, slides into her car, and heads to the Basin. Joey was holding down the fort until her return.

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The scenery clipped by as she stared out the train window. She could’ve flown; she had plenty of money. Unlike Gage, she took her daddy’s money. He’d always been hard-headed. The train took longer, and she needed time to prepare herself for the confrontation she knew loomed ahead. She had always been a procrastinator, especially when it came to dealing with personal matters, and even more so when dealing with her father.
She should call Gage. She should tell him she was coming. She put that off as well, yet another confrontation she had to look forward to. And she had so many. With That Woman, with Gage, and with her father.
She was still angry with her father. Angry for leaving her mother. Angry for marrying That Woman so soon after. And That Woman was only two years older than she was! And because of That Woman, Gillian had not talked to her father in three years. Not even after she got the call that cancer was ravaging her father’s body. She should’ve gone to him then. She should’ve cherished each moment left. But those moments were gone now, there wasn’t much time left. Only regret remained. And Gillian had only had herself to blame.

My news from the swamp –
yesterday watched six beavers
sun themselves on logs.

Another winter scenic. I really love the impressionistic quality of this image. Yet there is a recognizable image. I liked the impression of the darker larger tree taking a dip in the icy stream, a prolonged baptism of sorts. The water in the Canal was freezing over so it had this amazing sheen that the morning light was glinting off. This image was taken on the Towpath Trail in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park, near Akron, Ohio. Actually in a little “burg” called Everett.

Another thing I really like about Winter is the sense of naked, skeletal beauty. This is one of my favorite photo locations and I’ve actually posted other shots from this location on this blog and elsewhere.

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1. iam getting nothing or christmas

2. Grandma got runover

3. All i want for CHristmas is my 2 front teeth

4. Jukel Bells

5. Heathcliff theme.

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2. Neighbors is a super good film! It is John Belushi’s last film but I think it is one of his best.

3. This is one of my Mom’s favorite films.

4. Dan Aykroyd plays my character in the film!

5. I hope that when life gets boring this same thing happens to me!

6. Best 2 bucks I have spent in a long time.

7. Watch this movie, steal this movie, do what you can to get your hands on this film.

8. It is a rare find since it has not been released on DVD yet.

9. Look out for the power lines.

10. And the swamp!

11. This movie is one heck of a great time, you will laugh, laugh some more, feel awkward, and then laugh again!

12. I will rent this thing out!! Hit me up!

OBAMA AND PELOSI ARE THE SAME BULLSHIT POLITICIANS THAT WE HAVE GOTTEN ACCUSTOMED TO OVER THE YEARS!!!!

Pelosi is the Overseer of The Swamp, and She ain’t go’in to change anything.
She still didn’t get rid of Charles Rangel, the Asshole Congressman of New York. The Ass that is the Chairman of the Finance Committee, that makes the Tax Laws, yet he hasn’t paid Millions in Taxes over the Years. BUT Pelosi keeps This Criminal on board!!
Politics as Usual my friends, Politics as Usual!! And Obama is no different. He is also Part of The Same Old Political Machine. Very Hard to Change The Washington Political Machine, which Obama is finding out. And he is fitting in with the same old pretty good.
His platform said that he would approve USA Citizens buying Medical Drugs from Canada and Mexico. Well, he just Flipped on the Side of the US Pharmaceutical Companies, and he passed a law denying USA Citizens from buying drugs from other Countries. In return, the Companies are giving back or whatever they are doing, $$300 Million Dollars. Money Talks and Bullshit walks. Obama is Full Of Shit, and hopefully The Sheeple will wake up from their Comas and See Obama for what he really is. Just Another Bullshit Politician. Many of us knew this before he was elected, but many fell for his Golden Tongue, Which btw is Fools Gold!!

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Martin Munkácsi, [Woman sitting on tree stump, Cypress Gardens, South Carolina], 1937

Martin Munkácsi, [Woman sitting on tree stump, Cypress Gardens, South Carolina], 1937

Munkácsi Martin, [Woman sitting on tree stump, Cypress Gardens, South Carolina], 1937

Martin Munkácsi, [Women sitting on tree stump, Cypress Gardens, South Carolina], 1937

Martin Munkácsi, [Woman on boat, Cypress Gardens, South Carolina], 1937

I really wish these 4 x 5 glass plate negatives were in color (Autochromes or Technicolor perhaps). The Cypress Gardens are here: 3030 Cypress Gardens Rd., Moncks Corner, South Carolina (Phone: 843-553-0515).

The history of The Cypress Gardens South Carolina dates back to the founding of Berkeley County, when the county was established by the Lord’s Proprietors.
The land was first settled by the Nesbitt family in the 1700s. In later years it became a very successful rice plantation, one of the largest on the Cooper River. After the Civil War and several hurricanes, it became impossible to continue the rice production and the plantation fell into disrepair.
In 1909 Benjamin Kittredge, a wealthy businessman from New York, purchased the property. Together with his wife, they planned and developed the water forest into a magnificent swamp garden. The Kittredge’s opened The Cypress Gardens to the public in 1932. In 1963, the Kittredge family donated the property to Charleston county to be used as a public park.

Beautiful dawn –
huge orange sun rises and
floods the swamp with light.

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