Friday, July 7, 2006

THE KUDZU CONSPIRACY!


What you are fixing to read is not the wild imaginings of some publicity-seeking whacked out money-grabbing goofball, but the cold hard facts and some reasonable and sobering conclusions based on those facts. As a matter of fact, the Kudzu Conspiracy has been well documented for many years, but this documentation has been suppressed by those participating in the conspiracy. They would have you believe that Kudzu is simply a harmless fuzzy plant that grows a teensy-weensy bit faster than usual -- DON'T YOU BELIEVE IT!

Read on................

It's always best to start with the dictionary definition, just so you can clearly see how pervasive and deeply entrenched this conspiracy really is. As you learn the facts, you will see that even the all-hallowed American Heritage Dictionary is a party to this deliberate deluge of misinformation:

(kud´zu) --n. A vine, Pueraria lobata, native to Japan, that has compound leaves and clusters of reddish-purple flowers and is grown for fodder and forage. (Japanese "kuzu")

Next, let's look at the description of Kudzu given by another co-conspirator, the publishers of the Concise Columbia Encyclopedia:

Kudzu, Pueraria lobata (formerly P. thunbergiana) - - Kudzu is native to China and Japan, where it is cultivated for its edible roots and for its stem fibers, known as ko-hemp. It was introduced as an ornamental under it's Japanese name into the southern United States during the 1870s; the related P. tuberosa and P. phaseoloides were introduced about 1911.

What are these passages really saying? It's as plain as the nose on your face! Can Kudzu really be used for "fodder and forage?" NO! Cows won't eat it, goats won't eat it, horses won't eat it, not one animal in the United States will eat it, not even the bugs will eat it! Why? Because it tastes horrible and it's too darn fuzzy and too tough to chew, that's why. You ever see a farmer deliberately plant Kudzu so his livestock can graze on it? NO! Why? Because nothing will eat it! Those are that facts, and they are in direct contradiction to what the big publishing companies would have you to believe.

Why, you ask, would they disseminate this type of incorrect and misleading information? Because they're part of the conspiracy, that's why!

What is it that Kudzu actually does? It grows like a son-of-a-gun! Kudzu grows at an astounding rate -- over one foot a day. Haven't you seen Kudzu growing along the highway, trying to grow out into the traffic lanes? The only thing that stops it from growing right out and over the road is the constant crushing from tractor-trailer tires. You've seen this with your own eyes, if you will just stop and think about it.

When Kudzu runs up against something, it climbs right up. Actually, Kudzu grows faster vertically than it grows along the ground, because it will only flower and produce seeds if it is 50 or 60 feet up in the air! Trees and houses get grown over with the stuff in a matter of a few weeks! Why is that important? Not only trees and houses, but also telephone poles, stands for electrical power lines, microwave towers, need I go on? Think about it - - everything we rely on for commerce and communications is up on a pole or on top of a tower. What would happen if all of these were to be overgrown with Kudzu? Total chaos and anarchy, that's what!

How can you get rid of Kudzu? YOU CAN'T! The roots go down over 10 feet deep. You can't pull it up out of the ground, and if you try to dig it up and miss even the smallest piece of the roots, it grows right back! Kudzu produces seed like the dickens, too. One seed pod can have over 100 seeds, and one Kudzu vine can have as many as 500 seed pods! These "seeds of destruction" blow all over the countryside, and can land up to several miles away. They will germinate and grow vigorously under just about any conditions! They'll sprout out of cracks in the pavement if that's where they land.

Who "introduced" the demon plant Kudzu to the United States? The Japanese, that's who. Well, that's real interesting, isn't it? Here's how that happened: Back in the 1870's the US Forestry Service was having some erosion problems down South. Logging of pine trees left bare patches of red clay soil, and it was difficult to get anything to grow back very quickly. The man who was targeted by the Japanese secret operatives and the one who would be used to implement their cruel and destructive plot was Ranger Roger Jacobs, trusted veteran of the US Forestry Service in Billville, Georgia. "Gee whiz," said Ranger Roger, "I wish there were some type of plant that would grow quickly enough to cover the ground before the erosion got so bad." Japanese secret operatives found out about this, and one day an envelope with no return address arrived in Ranger Roger's mail.

Inside the envelope were, you guessed it, Kudzu seeds. Also inside was a little note that said "tly these seeds -- they may plovide the answer to your elosion plobrem." Being the trusting soul that he was, Ranger Roger didn't suspect a thing. He planted the seeds, and found the plant that grew from them did pretty well in the red clay soil and grew just about as fast as honeysuckle vines. This was better than anything else he had, so Ranger Roger started to propagate the plant and build up a seed stock so the plant could be distributed to other forest rangers. This plant was the first species of Kudzu, Pueraria lobata. This is not the same species that is now covering the countryside at such an alarming rate, but sending this species over first was part of the insidious master plan.

Over the next 20 years, the US Forestry Service planted this first, slow-growing type of Kudzu throughout the South. It worked OK, but just didn't grow fast enough to cover the ground very effectively. "Gee," thought Ranger Roger around 1910, "I wish there were some other species of this plant that grew a little more quickly." Sure enough, around 1910 as best as we can determine (the original historic documents were lost in an old-growth stand of Kudzu) Ranger Roger got another letter in the mail - - no return address. Inside the letter were some more seeds that looked similar to the first ones, but were a little bigger, and a little fuzzier. There was a note inside, but we will never know what it said because Ranger Roger was so excited to get the new type of seeds that he never read the note. Those seeds, as we now sadly know all too well, were the species P. tuberosa and P. phaseoloides - - developed in secret Japanese laboratories to be the fastest growing plants in the world!

Ranger Roger planted the new seeds, and they started to grow within just a few days! They grew very quickly, and seemed to be the answer to Ranger Roger's prayers. Little did he know, he was a pawn in the calculated plot to destroy the very infrastructure of the country he loved so dearly. Within just a few years, the new type of Kudzu was distributed and planted all over the Southern states.

You see, the master plan was working. With the first kind of Kudzu, the seed production and distribution network had been set up. Now the new accelerated growth species of Kudzu could be spread out beyond any hope of recovery before there was time to see just what type of damage it would cause.

Around the end of the 1930's, the US Forest Service realized that they had made a terrible, terrible mistake in planting the new species of Kudzu. Wherever the new Kudzu had been planted, it had spread out of control and was wreaking havoc on the countryside. It grew out of the "erosion control" areas and into the surrounding forests. It grew up and over the forest trees, blanketing and smothering them with fuzzy mats of inedible leaves. The weight of the heavy and rope-like Kudzu vines pulled down the trees as they died off. The forest was being devastated over thousands of acres with a bright green unstoppable abomination.

At this time, a program to eradicate the Kudzu was developed. The Kudzu was just about beyond the point of no return for any hope of killing it off, and the program was an emergency "last-ditch" effort backed up by an Executive Order. Everyone involved in the eradication program knew it was going to be close, and every able-bodied member of the Forest Services, National Guard and Armed Forces Reserves would have to give it everything they had for the eradication to be successful. Secret Japanese operatives became aware of the plan. If the program to eliminate Kudzu was successful, years of secret infiltration and laboratory research would be all for naught. The Japanese knew they had to do something drastic to derail the Kudzu elimination operation. It would have to be something so outrageous and provocative that everyone would forget about the Kudzu for a few more years until it had grown past the point of any hope for eliminating it.

Well, let's stop and think a minute. Hmmmmm, did the Japanese do something distracting and provocative around the early 1940's? You're dern tootin' they did - - Pearl Harbor, that's what! As a result, every man, woman and child in the United States became occupied with the War Effort, with little or no time for anything else. As a result of this deliberate and devilish tactic of distraction, the plan to eliminate Kudzu was put on the back burner until after the end of W.W.II, and by then it was too late.

The Kudzu had grown so widely that there would never be any hope of eliminating it - - and the "choking out" of the United States was now only a matter of time.

My friends, the rest is history, or is yet to be history. You see all around you today the evidence of the Kudzu blight that is upon this land. Inexorably the stranglehold widens and tightens, acre after acre after acre. Before too much longer, we will have reached the point where each and every man, woman and child will be circled around their home with weed whackers and hedge trimmers trying to keep the little plot of land they call theirs from being overrun by the evil green menace. It will be a full-time job, folks, just keeping the strangling tangled web of fuzzy green leaves from growing over us all. In the long run, it will be a futile effort.

Kudzu doesn't sleep, Kudzu doesn't get tired, Kudzu won't stop for anything or anybody. Even in the winter, when it looks like the Kudzu is stopped by the cold and frost, it's growing underground. The roots keep spreading out and when spring comes, the Kudzu leaps from hidden places and wins back it's lost ground and more, much much more. Maybe you and I won't be here to see it, maybe our children's children will be the ones to shriek the final silent scream of Kudzu-muffled terror as the last little piece of blue sky left is covered over by the unstoppable wave of fuzzy green growth.

THERE ARE A LOT OF CONSPIRACY THEORIES GOING AROUND about everything from Ebola Virus to the Trilateral Commission. DON'T BE DISTRACTED. All the other conspiracies are part of the conspiracy to keep you from finding out about the real conspiracy, which is the KUDZU CONSPIRACY. Look at the evidence presented here, and make your own decision, of your own free will. But - - DON'T BE FOOLED! Anyone who tells you that the very idea of a Kudzu Conspiracy is ridiculous is either distracted by the other conspiracies designed to keep them from seeing the real conspiracy, or they are a part of the conspiracy. KEEP WATCH -- BE VIGILANT -- BUY LOTS OF GAS POWERED WEED WHACKERS AND REFILL SPOOLS!

What can one person like you or I do? Not much. Maybe sound the alarm or drive a little closer to the side of the road to clear a wider path on the highways of our own villages and towns. I run a little damage settlement business, when I can find the time for it, but friends, fighting this evil green monster is taking up more and more of my time. It's hard for me to make ends meet any more, but my children, and my children's children might not understand that I had to stop working to save them just to put a little food on the table and keep the lights turned on. BUT, if we all work together, maybe we can make a difference. Maybe we can find a cure. Maybe we can make a scientific miracle happen and come up with a way to win the day.

I would like to thank Chad Hower,
a.k.a. Kudzu for this little bit of Kudzu info!
http://www.kudzuworld.com/Bio.en.aspx
(He's not the author of this piece, but he did find it years ago - author unknown)

Wednesday, July 5, 2006

Abe's Grill in Corinth, Mississippi

Review by: Carol Marks of Alabama Improper
http://alabamaimproper.blogspot.com



So one day a friend of mine says, "Hey Carol, let's have lunch." Well, you know I'm not going to turn down an invitation that has anything to do with food, right? OK, I didn't know my friend meant in Corinth, Mississippi.

Wait, it really didn't happen that way but it makes for a good story.

Actually my friend and I planned this trip to Abe's Grill in Corinth, Mississippi for an article I was going to do for Southern Family Magazine. It never did get published but that's because I never wrote the damned thing. I will, and I am writing it. In the meantime, enjoy this little restaurant review I posted at Restaurant Ratingz.

A lunch counter grill with 17 stools is proud to be the oldest diner on highway 72 in Corinth, Mississippi. Abe and Terri Whitfield are the owners and operators of Abe's Grill; they have no other employees and they prefer it that way, as do their customers. I purposefully went to meet the Whitfields and to have lunch of course, I was also writing an article on the place.

It being my first visit there I let Abe fix me whatever he pleased and it was their most popular item he grilled up for me; the ribeye steak sandwich served with fries. Each piece of toasted bread that the juice-dripping, large proportion, tastebud dazzling meat was between were thick; warmed and browned to perfection, right on the grill. The whole meal, along with the fries, were served to me not on a plate but on a piece of parchment paper.


The Whitfields' took me in like I was one of their own regular customers. Abe boasts that "mid south's favorite homemade biscuits" has been prepared here since 1974, and I believe him. Great eats.


There's more to the story, I only had a 1,000 word limit on the Restaurant Ratingz site.

The husband and wife team have been grilling together for 36 years; married for 33 of those years. They built the place themselves on a piece of land that used to be home to the all womens Corona College, which later became a hospital during the Civil War and eventually burned to the ground when the Federal forces left.

Abe told me that when they first started in the dining business they wanted to offer something different and originally had gone with serving their meals on china, but then came along the McDonald's era of styrofoam. The Whitfields', being the smart business people they are, did not give up and throw down the spatula. No, they adapted and went with the flow.

Their diner is so popular that they have had to install a fax line where customers can place orders for breakfast the night before. All the local businesses take advantage of the technology.

The grill is only open Monday - Friday from the hours of 6:00am til 2:00pm. Although, he has been known to stay open a little past 2:00 if some people come in from out of town who are trying to write an article on the place.

While we were there his son came in, around closing time, and showed off the latest addition of the Whitfields', via pictures. Abe and Terri are proud grandparents to not one, but two, tiny tots. The Whitfields' also say the word "retirement" is not in their vocabulary. Thank goodness!

Photos by yours truly.

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Tuesday, July 4, 2006

Southern Sunday Church


By Tammy the Kentucky Gal

Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so,
Little ones to Him belong,
They are weak,
But He is strong!!!!
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
Yes, Jesus loves me,
The Bible tells me soooooooo!!!

Childish voices ring out from the cavernous Sunday school room....the young woman hugs or pats each little one on the head as they leave clutching their sunday school craft made just for Momma...The Young woman hopes the Momma's don't get too mad with all the sunday school crafts the kids make each week. She works with them the best she can...reading a Bible story and supplying a small snack and a craft to keep the young ones busy while their parents do the serious study of God's word.

She gathers her purse and Bible and joins the throng of people going to the auditorium.

Saying "Hidy do" to all her friends and neighbors. Getting her children settled in the pew.

From the front of the auditorium the piano played by Sister Rita Ann starts bouncing with the opening tune..."Power in the Blood"...The young songleader dressed in his best and only suite steps up to the podium and urges all the people to "Stand on up, cause you can't sing good sittin' down"...the songleader is her dear husband and the congregation loves him and will do most anything he says to do. Today he decides they need to sing in parts and one side against another...and he will cup his ear to hear which side is doing their very best...The people put their very best into it!

There is Power,
Power,
Wonder working Power,
In the blood,
Of the Lamb,
There is Power,
Power,
Wonder working Power,
In the precious blood of the Lamb!!!!

"Now I can't decide which side was the best, you was all sooo good...I can feel the Spirit in this place this mornin'!!" the young songleader says.
The young men of the church pass the offering plate...such a poor community, they don't gather much...but the people give the best they can.
Since it is the 4th of July week-end the songleader invites up one of the small fry, little Miss Caprice who is not afraid to sing...he hands her the microphone and standing there in her little pink skirt and jelly shoes she sings to the top of her little lungs....

"I'm proud to be an American,
Where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died,
that gave that right to me,
And I'll proudly stand up,
Next to you,
and defended her still today,
Cause there ain't no doubt ,
I love this Land,
God Bless the USA!!!!"

After the song...old Brother John stands to his feet...he says "I have a word of testimony...." the young songleader says "Go ahead brother John"
"I've been feelin' mighty down this week...my rhumatiz been botherin' me...had a few problems here and there...but the Good Lord seen me through it...I wanna thank him for all He's been to me!!!"

A chorus of "Amens" erupt from all over the building...several others share a word...

Then the young songleader steps up with the microphone and sings....
The crowd is hushed and worshipful during the song....

"It is finished,
the battle is over,
It is finished, there'll be no more war,
It is finished, the end of the conflict,
It is finished and Jesus is Lord!!!"

The people swell to their feet in applause which embarrasses the young songleader as he walks back to sit down with his wife and children.

The young minister steps forward lifts his Bible and tells the scripture reading for the day...all over the building you hear pages of Bible's being turned and flipped for this Church believes in following along and marking in their Bibles the most important things they learn...he delivers a message that is so soul stirring that Amens can just about rock the roof off of this small church...then most of the congregation makes their way to the alter to repent or pray during the invitation.

After the last person has made their way back to her seat...it is mostly women that go down to pray....then the young woman wakes her sandy haired little boy and stirres up her little red headed girl to go...all the congregation meet outside on the front porch of the old country church and fellowship a few minutes and wish each other well and drive off into the bright Southern day....

Tammy
Kentucky girls are...the thoroughbreds of the South.


Saturday, July 1, 2006

Legacy

I was born in the old Baird Brewer hospital that sits directly across from the big Methodist church in the middle of town. Mama said she was in twilight sleep and doesn't remember much about the whole thing. It was nighttime and she was tired. The really odd thing is that my childhood was waiting for me in that very same building.nurseA couple of years later a new hospital was built on the other side of town and my PaPa died of heart failure. Gaga set up shop in the historic building to manage his real estate holdings right next to the doctors who kept their office space there. Dr. Conyers was the ear nose and throat guy who gagged me with merthiolate when I had a red goozle. Dr. Banks, the surgeon, had his office there as well. Since Mama and Daddy both worked, I spent a lot of summers and days out of school in the place playin' with supervision. Daddy's USDA office was in the basement. Turns out that he became the manager of the farmplace we call home when PaPa died. What a blessing that has been.

Herman was the elevator man at the Baird Brewer building. I reckon he was about seventy or so when he first opened the metal gate to that ancient elevator and took me for a ride to the other floors. That hair of his was white as snow framing a kind black face that loved me in spite of the fact that I was a privileged white girl. After vacation bible school or on a whim, I would come over to the office and explore what used to be the hospital. Herman had a wooden stool in the elevator, but he rarely sat on it. There was a big old wooden knob that he operated to take us up or down the guts of the building...always smiling that he had company for the ride. "Yes'm" he would say. "Step right in here Miss Janie." I explored every inch of that place in between playing office with my grandma.

Nurse Hathaway worked there and she was my Gaga's good friend. She wore starched white uniforms and her head was crowned with braids that grew gray with age. Miss Jack was a nurse too. Those gals had some mighty good times together. Gaga took to traveling and visited across the pond many times. She always told me that when I graduated from high school we would go to Europe together. As fate would have it, the money was all gone by then so I went to college in Memphis instead. I'm almost a nurse.

Back when I was a kid me and Daddy talked about heaven and hell and all that stuff. He told me that his humble opinion was that it's what you make of it right here on earth. The older I get, the more I see that great truth in sunsets and sunrises and the heat of summer or the chill of winter snows. It's all about the journey.snow tractor

The Southern Beauty Shop

by Tammy the Kentucky Gal
(a new Dew contributer!)


Oh, for a Southern Beauty shop...where you go in the door that is decorated with a pretty flower wreath and step into what might be someone's home...but it's not, it is The Southern Beauty Shop.

This shop is ran by Debbie Kay Wilson sole owner.

Debbie Kay knows everyone in this town. Knows your name and exactly how you like your hair...and even though she knows that, tries her best to talk you into some Big hair just the same.

The smell is of warm coconut oil and hair spray...a neat booth with all her tools of the trade and her precious things around it...a picture of her grandchild (with big hair) and a fish swimming in a bowl with blue shiny rocks at the bottom. A full length swivel mirror divides the space from the shampoo bowl and dryers, and the manicure table with a bright array of polish's...she believes in bright polish too...don't dare offend her by asking for something pale! A door to the side proclaims itself "The Electric Beach"...it is the door to the suntan bed that she has run for the past 5 years with fresh hot bulbs...no second rate bulbs for her customers.
She has a customer...always...she is a very popular lady in these parts. Ms. Myrtle Hill is getting her Sadidy Updo...she plays the organ at the church and must look her very best.

"Hidy do" Debbie Kay says as you walk in, "I'll be with you in a minute, hon".

"Oh, no problem...I've got all day" you say and walk over to the comfy arm chair she has right near her because she is such a social person. On the table beside the chair is all kinds of magazines...you know the kind...Glamour, Cosmo or Best Hair of the 90's or Millennium Hair. You thumb through these while a soft rock station plays softly on her boom box set in the corner.

The door to "The Electric Beach" opens, and out walks one of the younger set. A flushed and tanned southern bell in her daisy dukes and flip flops.
Debbie Kay looks around from her teasing of Ms. Myrtle and says, "How was it today Cinda, gal?"

"Oooo girl, I coulda laid in there all day...but I gotta get on down to the park and help decorate for the fourth of July dance."

Ms. Myrtle humphs and sniffs for effect...while she swings her leg to the rhythm of Faith Hill's "This Kiss" She really does love to get down and dance herself...just no use in the church and this youngin knowing it.
Debbie Kay pins in the last bobby pin for Ms. Myrtle and says "All done, Hon!"....Ms. Myrtle walks over to the full length mirror and preens...her hair the color of strawberries in the snow...kind of an ashy red and she has on her purple top and matching slacks with a silver sparkling belt around her fat little tummy...she flashes her Cherry Red fingernails as she turns this way and that.

"Very good today Debbie Kay...think I'll run on down to the park myself, see if I can help."

Debbie Kay waves bye with hot pink tipped nails.

As soon as the door closes she says, "Everybody knows she is after Ralph Stenson and he is in charge of that shindig."

We giggle together as she fluffs and cuts my hair just the way I like it. I look at her in the mirror, and say "I sure do like your shade of lipstick...I just can't get it to stay on right."

Debbie looks at herself and as soon as she finishes with my hair goes over to her spangled purse and retrieves her make-up bag..."Let me show you how" she says.

"My daughter showed me how to do it...first you get a lip pencil and line your lips...then you fill in with a lipstick...then top with gloss...my daughter can even eat and drink without messin up a thang...she holds the fork just so and drinks real easy like!"

"Well, I'll go on down to the Walmart and get me some of those supplies and give it a try" says I.

"Girl, you go on and do that...cause we all just wanna look nice now don't we?" she winks.

The soft tinkle of the bell announces her next customer...an updo for a young girl getting ready for the dance...and a sultry Southern Summer Night.....

Kentucky girls are...the thoroughbreds of the South.