Things sure are different here in Texas than Washington. Not only are Christian radio stations common here in the reddest of the red states, but I found myself listening to a talk show where they were talking about creation science and how Darwin and any who believe in evolution were promoting the works of the dark lord Satan.
I've already experienced a bit of culture shock in my new home which was to be expected. Still none of my encounters with red state culture was that much of a surprise, until the other night.
Kelly's brother's girlfriend was chatting with me, making small talk in the late hours. She mentioned that their dogs once ate a piece of bacon wrapped dove breast and had terrible gas as a result. I laughed at first, but then it hit me.
Bacon wrapped dove breast?
She mentioned that her man hunts dove. I informed her I've never heard of anyone hunting nor eating the white bird. She then welcomed me to Texas.
Now I've met Kelly's brother a few times. He's a handsome, professional, affable chap who in no way resembles the stereotype most have of hunters. Yet when I found out he kills and eats the symbol of the Holy Spirit (Ghost) I suddenly pictured him wearing a t-shirt that says 'Vote Fred Thompson' and holding a dead bird above his head screaming profanities at hippies while driving a Ford F-150 that has a confederate flag waving in the back with a bumper sticker that says 'Never forget the War of Northern Aggression.'
Thankfully he does none of that, nor reads this blog.
Soon dove will be on the menu for Wiwille's diet.
"Censure acquits the raven, but pursues the dove." - Juvenal