I thought I was reclaiming my Okie heiritage.

I sometimes wonder why I had moved to Oklahoma.  And I make that statement because I’m not sure if it was our best choice.  I do know cost of living was much less here than our other choices.  Choices like any of the Pacific coastal states.

Never the less, I felt we were lead here to assume the role as Missionaries for the savage Oklahoman.  Doing our duty to make Oklahoma a better place to live.  Giving the redneck hope and raising the intelligence factor a few notches.  After all, education in Oklahoma is a low priority. 

But don’t tell that to any of the public school teachers.  Actually schoolteachers here are trying there very best to educate but seem to meet formidable opposition from local and state politicians.  Politicians acting on behalf of controlling “For Profit” religionist.  Plus pushback from the terminally ignorant and math and science education-phobics.  People who thing ignorance is easier to manage than having to always think.  As in critical thinking.

Then there’s my other theory.  I was sent to Oklahoma as the result of my bad behavior.  Yes, as punishment.  Much similar to the British sending reprobates and the lazy to Australia.  I must have done something most reprehensible.  So, I am paying for my crimes.  You my son will spend eternity as a Blue believer in a Red State.  No probation.  No early release.  No review for parole.  You are in for life.”

So, here I am.  Stuck.  No hope for escape.  So, I’ll have to just make the best of it.  Where’s my watermelon?