The Old Blame Game(A Rube guest post)
For those of you who are not regular followers of this blog, Rube is an old friend of mine from way back in our childhood days. He didn’t go past eighth grade so his speech is a bit unpolished, but because he comes up with some interesting takes on different situations, I agreed to grant him the opportunity to guest post on this blog, so he will be doing regular posts from time to time. I don’t edit his posts, because if I did, Rube would cease to be Rube. I think he might grow on you. He lives in Idaho. Those of you newcomers who are unfamiliar with Rube , you might want to go back to his earlier post entitled Rube and Gertrude where he introduces himself, and where he tells about how he acquired Gertrude, his 1941 Black Ford pickup truck. So without further ado, here’s Rube.
Howdy folks. Now I’m usually an easy goin kinda guy, but ever oncet in a while, a burr gits in my shorts an I just gotta say my piece. Over the years we seem to have turned into a blame game culture, blamin this or that on somebody else. So I thought I’d jump inta the fray and suggest we might oughta turn the tables and start blamin that there environmental movement fer some highway deaths. Now, you might ask, “Why on earth should we blame environmentalists for highway deaths?” Well lordy sakes, folks, it’s like that Sherlock Holmes feller is always sayin, it’s elementary, Watson. It’s a matter of safety.
Am I the only one that notices that them lines that divides the drivin lanes on our roads and city streets begins to fade clear outa sight after about three months time? A few years ago some people got it into their heads that the paint that was a bein used for dividin the drivin lanes was damagin the environment; and therefore biodegradable paint was needed. Now, if’n I’m not mistaken, folks, biodegradable means it’s somethin that desolves and washes away. So now we got this biodegradable paint that won’t stay in place doin it’s job much longer than about three months. But if’n it breaks down an’ biodegrades, where’s it go?
Lordy sakes, folks, I know I ain’t the brightest bulb in the lantern, but it seems as how anybody with a lick of common sense knows if’n it biodegrades, it breaks down and still makes its way back into the environment one way or the other, doesn’t it? If’n it breaks down and washes away, it’s gotta go somewhere, don’t it? And I can guarantee you it sure don’t go out into outer space. In the meantime, it’s costin’ taxpayers a whole truck load of money to replace all that paint ever three months or so, if’n they get around to repaintin’ the roads when they actually need it, that is.
But on the other hand, that nasty ole paint we used in the old days to mark the drivin lanes afore that so-called “environmentally safe” paint came along, stayed in one place for years at a time a doin the job it was put there to do. If’n it stays in one place, and doesn’t break down, will someone tell me how it can be damagin the environment?
I remember an experience me and ole Gertrude had a few years ago durin’ the late seventies. One late fall day we decided ta take a drive to Palisades Reservoir to view the fall colors.(Palisades Reservoir is in Ideeho). The reservoir was nigh empty, and I looked off in the distance to the West, and saw the old highway down below in the valley. It’d been covered up with water for nigh onta twenty years. I says to Gertrude (Gertrude’s my 1941 Black Ford pickup, you remember) “there’s the old hi way down there in the bottom. Let’s skinny on over there and take a drive on it.” So that’s what we done.
I spotted a track a goin’ out across the dry lake bottom, so off we went until we reached the old highway. And even tho it had been under water fer over twenty years, what do you spose we found over there? The highway was still there and in purty good shape. The asphalt was sound, and the painted center dividin’ lines was still there, and they was very much visible! Gertrude an me drove the old road for several miles till we was within a couple o’ miles of that little town of Alpine in Wyomin’. An speakin’ of that old asphalt, it seems to me this new biodegradable asphalt we’re usin nowadays breaks down an washes away inta the environment same as that biodegradable paint does.
So I guess the point I’m a tryin’ to make here, folks, is, why is something that stays fer twenty years or more where you put it without breaking down and washin away, a dangerment to the environment? On the other hand why is somethin’ that washes away into the environment in three months time, and ends up Lord knows where and maybe creates a dangerment to people because the dividing lines ain’t no longer visible, better for the environment? Ain’t people part of the environment, too?
So that’s why I’m a suggestin that as long as we’re a playin the blamin’ game, we oughta blame them birds in the environmental movement that are responsible for puttin’ through them regulations that requires the use of that biodegradable highway paint, for the deaths of people who were killed when they wandered into the wrong lane—or off the road—because they couldn’t see the dividin lines that had washed, or faded away. Screwball thinkin? Mebbe so. But not much more so than some of the screwball environmental laws we been saddled with lately.
See ya next time, folks.
Rube image by Lori Corbett – Third Raven Design – firstname.lastname@example.org.