I am without words
The secret to maintaining a strong community that resists encroachments from outside, you see, lies in the fact that truly good people are fundamentally unmarketable. Their contentment cannot be monetized, their relationships resist optimization, their pleasures remain stubbornly inexpensive. Their needs are small, and so their spaces stay humble, and those humble spaces fail to attract the sorts of hedonistic liberals that usher in the destruction of all that is good. Decent, modest people create a kind of invisible shield against the very "improvements" that would destroy their way of life, not through active resistance but through the simple practice of virtuous living.
One of the dark parts about modernity is the elimination of individual cultures. Places have less and less of their own accents, less and less of their own traditions, less and less of their own ways of life. The erosion is more complete in some places than in others, but nowhere in the US anymore has it's own distinct identity. Yoopers have more of their own than most places, but even here the youngest people increasingly have increasingly standard accents.
A side question: what is this culture that we're all now a part of? This monolith? This incredibly destructive entity? We're all Quakers now, frens....
A side question: what is this culture that we're all now a part of? This monolith? This incredibly destructive entity? We're all Quakers now, frens....