Is there something that really gets your goat, raises your hackles, and is as prickly as a burr under a saddle blanket? Probably. Probably more than one something, as there is for me but a particularly irritating one is to hear television personalities refer to the United States, all of us between California and New York City as “fly-over country.”
Granted, they may not mean it to sound condescending or superior but to me it sounds as if they are saying they are so busy and important and the truly important places are located on the east or west coast so they can’t be bothered with becoming acquainted with the rest of the country.
And the rest of the country takes in a pretty sizable hunk of land and is the backbone and heart of America. Marvelous people, beautiful scenery, hard-working and industrious, that’s us, the ones referred to as “fly-over”, the ones so far beneath the airplane that they can’t see us nor care much that we are here.
Oh well, it’s far too lovely a day to get irritated over people who don’t know any better. My clocks are turned up an hour, the Lord is still in Heaven, the sun comes up in the east and goes down in the west and all is well or if it isn’t, I have hopes it will get better. We pick up our burdens, rejoice in our successes, pray for each other and lend a helping hand to our neighbors and others in need. This is a day to worship God, as are all days, here in the heart of America.
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