I know there aren't a lot of rural type people on this board but the county fair* starts next week and I thought I would start a thread about it. If you have never been to a county fair you are missing out on the biggest gathering of hillbillies, white trash, carnies, 4-H'rs, small-time politicians, barnyard animals, demolition derbies, tractor pulls, bull rides, and inappropriately dressed 11 to 16 year old girls on the planet. For most of these attendees this is the most important week of the year.
This is heaven on Earth for rural Americans and as far as we are concerned you haven't lived until you see a tractor hoe-down. You haven't eaten until you hit the wild-game cook-off and tried the squirrel casserole or rabbit stew. You haven't endured pain until you sit in a 100 degree barn for 8 hours watching kids with sticks chase pigs around a pen. You haven't been excited until you watch fifteen cars ramming each other at breakneck speeds of 10 mph and you haven't known love until you watch an 8 year old boy, struggling to hold back tears, load his goat onto the slaughter truck after his first sale.
Some people hate on the fair because the people there are most directly responsible for the shitty state of this country. Some people hate it because most of the people aren't very smart. Still others hate it because they don't understand why a kid would raise an animal as a pet then turn around and sell it to a slaughterhouse. To these haters I say, shut up, not because I disagree but because I ignore all the bad things and don't like being reminded of them.
I love the county fair.
*My county fair actually ceased to exist many years ago because of the popularity of an independent fair called the Hartford Fair. My county fair is the Hartford Fair.
This is heaven on Earth for rural Americans and as far as we are concerned you haven't lived until you see a tractor hoe-down. You haven't eaten until you hit the wild-game cook-off and tried the squirrel casserole or rabbit stew. You haven't endured pain until you sit in a 100 degree barn for 8 hours watching kids with sticks chase pigs around a pen. You haven't been excited until you watch fifteen cars ramming each other at breakneck speeds of 10 mph and you haven't known love until you watch an 8 year old boy, struggling to hold back tears, load his goat onto the slaughter truck after his first sale.
Some people hate on the fair because the people there are most directly responsible for the shitty state of this country. Some people hate it because most of the people aren't very smart. Still others hate it because they don't understand why a kid would raise an animal as a pet then turn around and sell it to a slaughterhouse. To these haters I say, shut up, not because I disagree but because I ignore all the bad things and don't like being reminded of them.
I love the county fair.
*My county fair actually ceased to exist many years ago because of the popularity of an independent fair called the Hartford Fair. My county fair is the Hartford Fair.







