posted on Nov, 14 2024 @ 05:52 PM
I grew up in coal country. The put down coal dust on the roads in the winter, so we could have traction. Most of my friends who had fathers who
were miners had giant dinosaur footprints that were made of coal. Three-toed dinosaur footprints that sat proudly outside the doors of their owners.
Faces that looked like that were common where I grew up. When people came from the face, you couldn't often tell a white man from a black man,
except for their hair. Many of those people got Black Lung Disease (CWP) and died with symptoms quite similar to Emphysema. While I was a
teenager, I delivered mining supply equipment and on two occasions had to demonstrate a battery-powered mining crawler underground. That scared the
absolute # out of me, and convinced me that I would do ANYTHING rather than go underground to mine coal. I have so much respect for those heroes
who went to work day after day, went underground, breathed the #, and went home to their families. Some of their family members also contracted
Black Lung, just from the emissions and the dust from the clothes of their loved ones.
The person who objected to that photograph didn't have the sand to be the coal tar on any of their shoes. I am so weary of this weakness that has
become rife in parts of our society. I believe it is mostly in the cities, and among the coastal cities -- both east and west coast -- of the U.S.
The photo depicts working people that worked harder and dug deeper in their souls than any of the snowflakes that judged them. As you can tell, this
really hits where I live, and pisses me off. The working rurual class of American just spoke their mind loud and clear. Those that didn't hear it,
should slap themselves in the ear, and ask themselves if they're listening out of their 'good ear' now.
Okay. Settling myself down now.