Terror and Religion
Terrorism: deadly violence against humans and other living things, usually conducted by government against its own people.-Edward Abbey
Reading about the tragic events in India leads me to several conclusions. One, terrorists are cowards. Despicable filth, if you ask me. It makes me wonder if I shouldn’t have a Glock strapped to my hip every time I visit a major city. Better yet, avoid major cities.
What sort of human kills innocent women and children and unarmed men?
And finally, I see two common institutions behind all of this violence, government and religion. Which makes me therefore feel comfortable in my anarchistic agnosticism.
I think Marathon, Texas is a nice place. I should move there. Fewer than 500 folks, it’s unincorporated, has organic and sustainable food production, a healthy mix of cowboys and hippy types and a strong, local economy. Everyone knows everyone and folks take care of one another. Close proximity to a national park and thousands of acres of nothing but high desert.
Doubtful any Muslim extremists will be targeting Marathon. Can’t be so sure about those Christians, though. They may try to terrorize the citizenry with stories of hell, a place easily avoided with a church membership and regular contributions.
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We sailed through Marathon on Saturday, aboard AMTRAK’s Texas Eagle, bound for LA and home. Nice little town. Or used to be.
The Gage Hotel in Marathon is now the home of chef Paul Peterson, late of Buda, Texas, who’s made the old hotel into the latest chi-chi sensation for the Texas glitterati. People come from miles around, nay even from Austin and Dallas, to see and be seen in the Proper Places.
After Marathon, the train stops at Alpine, Texas, where we saw Themselves lounging insouciantly about on the sidewalks, in their designer jeans and wafflestompers, looking conspicuously casual. They’d obviously spared no expense to look like they’d just stepped out of an L.L. Bean or Land’s End catalog, just about to head out on the trails in Big Bend, no doubt. The one local in evidence was wearing high water pants and flip-flops and a grimy t-shirt. Nary a real cowboy in sight.
It always The Way: find a nice little town with real people and turn it into what it never was and what everyone professes to escape from. It happened to Jackson Hole, Wyoming, Kalispell, Montana, Moab, Utah. All the Good Places, all gone.
The problem with going somewhere else is that you take yourself with you.