Author: Dick

Right now I am going through the mother of all hassels with the Department of Veterans Affairs. I am much too angry to write anything about it and am weighing my options as to whether I should contact some of my media friends to tell them about how I am getting major-league screwed by the VA. Therefore, I hardly can bring myself to write anything with in which the VA is mentioned.

But I did find this rather interesting tidbit from “Al’s Morning Meeting,” an e-mailed blog for journalists from the Poynter Institute. Talk about going above and beyond the call of duty!

Despite the tall electric transmission towers the countryside view of Newton County, Texas, is quite nice.

The place where I was raised has its drawbacks such as it being home to some hard core rednecks and being one of the poorest counties in the country.

But if you are fortunate enough to live or have lived in Newton County, at the most eastern extremity of Texas, you will be surrounded by some of the greatest scenery that the East Texas Pineywoods has to offer.

So the question I must raise after having visited my old hometown last weekend is this: Why in the hell — in this day in age — are people still dumping their s**t in that beautiful countryside?

Just down the road from the highline view is all this trash. Isn’t it lovely?

Texas has had for quite a few years one of the most successful advertising campaigns ever called “Don’t Mess With Texas.” More than just advertisements on TV and radio by some of Texas’ most revered luminaries such as Willie Nelson and the late Stevie Ray Vaughn, the campaign has helped educate and raise awareness of what price littering brings. For instance:

“It cost approximately $32 million to clean up roadside litter in Texas last year. Ninety percent of this cost is paid for with tax dollars.”

That should be enough to get anyone’s attention even if you aren’t some bleeding-heart, Owl Gore-loving, environmentalist.

Still people litter. And that is the key to this particular type of backwoods dumping, I believe, that they still litter.

Various studies cite reasons why people litter including the lack of available solid waste disposal facilities (a.k.a. junk piles). But having grown up in East Texas, I know that even with available junk piles people have always used the beautiful, isolated countryside for their private dumps. It’s a cultural thing and many of those who continue to dump will not change their ways unless they are dragged kicking, screaming and shooting their shotguns into the awareness that “littering bad, not littering, good.”

Many places, around Texas, at least, have received grants for funding cops who do nothing but hunt down those who dump their mess in places they shouldn’t. I hate to see garbage cops added to the list of those institutions in which law enforcement is needed to intervene but it seems there is little choice.

I’m not picking on my old hometown but am using it as an example. It is inexcusable to create and perpetuate illegal dumps like those above. People need to quit screwing with the ever-shrinking countryside and take a little extra time to dump where they should be dumping. Otherwise, they should pay a hefty fine and perhaps be sentenced to community service cleaning up such places.

Okay, enough of my high horse. I better go before I get altitude sickness.

The famous sergeants Jasper and Newton rescue American prisoners from British capture in this painting by John Blake White.

A long line appears to be forming for morning breakfast here at the McDonald’s in Jasper, Texas. I am in Jasper — where I was born more than 51 years ago — and specifically in McDonald’s because they have a wi-fi connection. I was unsure if the town where I am staying for the weekend with one of my brothers, Newton, has wi-fi.

Even though I was born here, I never spent an inordinate amount of time in Jasper while growing up 15 miles east in Newton. Oh, I went to dances at the youth center, hung out every now and then at Top Burger and would go most years to the Jasper Lions Club Rodeo (That was where I first saw a much more neatly-trimmed, tie-wearing and cowboy-hatted Willie Nelson more than 40 years ago — before he was “Willie”).

In later years I only passed through Jasper, something which some of my friends of darker skin colors have avoided judiciously. That is with at least one exception, my friend, Joyce King, who wrote a book about the horrific dragging death here of James Byrd Jr. by three worthless crackers. Joyce actually fell in love with the place, which is easy to do, as well as with its people (something that might not be all that easy for some folks.)

But as Joyce has pointed out time and again in her books, the town didn’t murder James Byrd Jr., three racist, violent, low-lifes did.

This area of Texas is beautiful. I have lived the majority of my life in one area of East Texas for most of my life. Driving on Hwy. 190 this morning, I breathed in the exceptional vista afforded one during spring in these parts.

Such great natural beauty and a sociological discussion of the area’s folks could take up pages and pages, but that would leave out the point I was going to make as exemplified by the title and above picture.

A number of places — both cities and counties — across the U.S. are named Newton and Jasper. In some instances, these towns or counties are located adjacent to one another as is the case of Newton and Jasper in Texas. Both counties share the name as well as both county seats.

Being a student of local history, because my momma was a student of local history, I only had a vague idea of just who were namesakes of these counties and cities? The description given for these gents was generally that Sgts. William Jasper and John Newton were heroes of the American Revolution. In some cases, Newton would be a corporal, thus what is probably the reason a general inferiority complex that is prevalent in Newton County. That and it being one of the most impoverished counties in the country.

Beyond that these two gents were heroes, little else illuminated what it was they did which was so full of valor that some 20 counties and towns across the country are named for these guys. They were reputed to be under the command of Gen. Francis “Swamp Fox” Marion. And that was about the jist of what it was I knew about Sgt. Jasper and Sgt. (or Cpl.) Newton.

A little information on Newton and Jasper the soldiers is available via Wikipedia, but one must always be wary of using that as a primary source of information:

“Although he appears today to have been unimportant, place names across the United States attest to his renown in the early 19th Century, one of the popular fictionalized heroic enlisted men of the Revolution, as if there were not enough actual heroes to honor.

“Parson Weems’s fictional Sgt. Newton saved a group of American prisoners from execution by capturing their British guards at the Siege of Savannah in 1779, in which the Americans recaptured Savannah, Georgia. According to Lieutenant Colonel Peter Horry however, “Newton was a Thief & a Villain.”

“Sgt. Newton’s story is similar to that of Sgt. William Jasper.”

In the end, I suppose it doesn’t matter what Newton and Jasper did or didn’t do. They apparently were well-known enough that people named places after them. Who knows if in the future new American cities will be named after modern day heroes, or their replacement in our society for heroes, celebrities.

A Paris Hilton, Ark? I don’t think so.

Some odds and ends are in order before I head to the woods for the weekend —

It can only be hoped that Queen Elizabeth II will watch her back (and front)while visiting Jamestown, Va., today. I say that because Vice President Dick Cheney is escorting the monarch and her hubby, Prince Valiant, er, Philip. It would be a very ugly situation to have the vice president shoot the queen with birdshot.

Good Queen Lizzy is paying a visit to Jamestown to celebrate the 400th anniversary of the first permanent English settlement in the New World.

Just a personal observation: I don’t really see why a number of Americans get all enthused whenever the Queen or her sons visit. I suppose it is because we don’t have our own monarch. That is even though some of our presidents — I’m not naming names but included is one with the initials Gee Dubya — act as if they were king.

Perhaps my lack of exuberance is because the British royals were never my own kings or queens since Texas was never ruled by Jolly Old England. Then again, I don’t get all that excited when leaders of Spain or Mexico, countries which did own Texas, come calling. I certainly wasn’t much jazzed when I had to cover a Rancho Stinko (Crawford) press conference held by Shrub and the Spanish president.

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Last night I opted for watching “My Name Is Earl” and a two-hour “Grey’s Anatomy” rather than what was surely a snoozefest during the Republican presidential candidate debate. Pink Lady gives her take on this first GOP meeting of the mimes for the ’08 presidential campaign. EFD agrees with A Fine Whine. I’m grateful Eileen watched it so I, didn’t have to see this “riveting” piece of political entertainment.

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Speaking of Republicans, “Newsweek” has a story on how Karl Rove coached top Department of Justice officials prior to their congressional testimony over the firings of U.S. attorneys by Alberto “VO5” Gonzales. Maybe sooner or later that smug bastard (Rove, or Gonzales for that matter)will get busted. It can happen.

Does waiting tick you off? It does me and I wish I had some survey that said something like “99 percent of all Americans between the ages of 16 and 60 say waiting makes them go berserk.” Wait. What am I talking about? I can just make up my own survey. Okay, here we go.

A survey by the Stinkenheimer Group of Americans between the age of 16 and 60 reported that waiting makes them berserk. The study goes on to say that if that person doesn’t hurry her ass up and wait on me I am going to throw a chair in her general direction. Not really.

I had in mind writing a little screed on some topic of the day, the war in Iraq perhaps. But I am here at the Rao’s bakery on Dowlen in Beaumont, where I had to wait for — and I am not making this up — 15 minutes for a glass of iced tea. I don’t like waiting in line. It’s one of the most unattractive facets of life I can think of behind perhaps getting a Foley catheter installed or having one removed. I’ll not expound on where that catheter might go, so if you don’t know just use your imagination.

Waiting for extremely long periods for little gain zaps the strength right out of me. In this particular case it also extinguished what little creativity I had left over for the day. I know that’s not a good excuse for not trying to be creative. But it is an excuse.

This wait that took away my will to write something with a little more thought than merely blowing off steam was not all the fault of the people here at Rao’s. It was partly their fault and partly the fault of those who can’t make up their minds what they want even after standing 10 minutes in line. It’s not that I begrudge them asking a question or two. But make up your damn mind already. Lead, follow or get out of the way. We’re … I … am not getting any younger.

Oh well, how about that war in Iraq? It’s something isn’t it?