The Cracked Acorn: The Good Land

“Oh Beluah land, sweet Beluah land as on thy highest mount I stand, I look away across the sea where mansions are prepared for me and view the shining glory shore, my home my hope for ever more.”

As the cursor flies across the page, hundreds and hundreds of immigrants are flocking to Calais, France; these are poor homeless souls fleeing what was left of their dwellings in the middle east countries that have had war for many years. The current mind set is that if you make it to France and maybe stow away to cross the English Channel, you will have sanctuary and a future. France is trying to get England to the message out that the weather on that foreign shore is wet, cold and English people are unfriendly, so far it has not worked.

I know that there are lots of homeless people now in the world and there are still areas that are mostly open to settlement. I have lately found a TV channel that imports foreign mysteries from Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Greenland, maybe even Siberia that could use a few more people. I find Virginia about as far north as I wish to live, winters are o.k. and not too severe; summers are predictable and if Virginians don’t like the weather, we just wait a few days and it changes. The sun, our solar heater only goes to 22 ½ degrees north, turns about and goes south below the equator and then to repeat the cycle, does this every year.

If people are serious about settling down for a good life, why not the Scandinavian countries? Certainly it is not the language, this can be overcome. How about the different cultures? Why aren’t people rushing north?

Fear less, hope more;
eat less, chew more;
whine less,breathe more;
talk less, say more;
hate less, love more;
and good things are yours.
Swedish Proverb

The daily local newspaper ran an ad that said, “Telegraph office needs a qualified operator, be in the office at ten o’clock AM the following day.” On that day, several young men were in the lobby at ten o’clock sharp. There seemed to be something wrong with the speaker box on the wall, as it emitted lots of static. All of a sudden one of the young men got up and rushed through the door to the main office , only to reappear several minutes later. Everyone asked what was wrong? “Nothing”. He said “the static was a Morse code message saying come into the main office, first one gets the job!”