Room to make her big mistakes
first of all, let me say I never have visited the Chumash casino...never never never...ever ever ever...and I never will..ever ever....not to see a music show or gamble...I don't gamble at casinos... I hung out once at the horse racing place at Earl Warren Showgrounds and it depressed me...I went to Vegas once and got the same feeling...I need wide open spaces, not big rooms with weird carpet drunk people and roulette wheels...and one armed bandits everywhere...casinos are not for me...
however, if the Dixie Chicks played at the Chumash casino resort, I would go in a hot minute ..
but I think the Chumash are shooting broken arrows most of the time....trying to tell me how much they give back to the community after the community members lose their shirts at the casino..oh, everyone says they won big at the casinos but the average loss per visit is about $99!
they seem to think that the white man should atone for the way he treated the Indians..well if the white man didn't intevene in the course of events, there would be no America....who knows what we'd be now?? a part of Mexico with me in the fields picking grapes or lettuce? or perhaps Hitler would have succeeded and I'd be singing one of his favorite songs "Blutrote Rosen" right now...
so there's a war of words up in the valley between the Cowboys and Indians....the ranchers and the Chumash..the Chumash want to expand and the ranchers say no....there's fights over water rights...with the wineries now water becomes very important..how long can the valley lasts if it uses all its water for wineries and golf courses???
one letter to the News-Press caught my eye on Sunday..it was from Nancy Crawford-Hall..the big fat gal who bankrolled Steve Pappas' flights of fancy and who shut down her valley paper the SYVJ because she didn't like the liberal political climate..too many minorities voting
anyway Nance says the Chumash are a bunch of half-breeds and aren't really a legitmate tribe so why should they get special treament from the county? they want to build on the land that Injun lover Fess Parker (Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier) sold them..it's called Camp 4
and that will open the flood gates to unrestricted development in the Santa Ynez Valley...
well I don't know about that but I rather fear the wineries more than the Chumash...white people are way worse that the Indians nowadays...and all those phony sippers and professional wine tasters got me all riled up..if the injuns wanna camp on Camp 4, I say ok!!
and I have a warning to those who live in the valley....y'all need to change your foolish ways or the Grapes of Death may be your future:
the danger of pesticides in vineyards
the story warns of the unlucky Elizabeth and her nightmarish attempts to discover what happened to the residents of Santa Ynez, a small village out in the sticks renown for its vineyards. We have a pretty good idea what happened right from the start when we see a bunch of scrappy looking white dudes wandering around in the fields spraying some chemical on the grapes. The guy who owns a farm arrives on the scene and makes a few comments about procuring more effective chemical masks for these workers. If you think that the pesticide will lead to gory mayhem within minutes, give yourself a pat on the back. The carnage starts even before Elizabeth arrives in the area. While riding the rails with a lovely friend, one of the chemical zombies stumbles aboard the train and quickly dispatches our heroine's pal. We know he's a zombie because he sports some weird, oozing sores all over this mug and lurches about in typical Romero undead style. It looks like Liz is in for a doozy of a time.
It's not too long after the incident on the train that Elizabeth sets off across the foggy Santa Barbara countryside in search of the residents of Santa Ynez. Before she returns home, however, she stumbles over a house where a couple invites her in for some vittles. Unfortunately, the head of the household has the grape plague in spades, and it takes a lot of effort for our young friend to escape intact. Soon after Elizabeth meets up with yet another enigmatic figure, this time a lovely young lass afflicted with blindness by the name of Lucy, and once again tragedy strikes when the grape zombies move to center stage. Poor Lucy! Her own father performs head surgery on the hapless girl with an extremely sharp instrument. Yuck! By the time two chaps lumber into view, both of whom recognize the reality of the terror roaming the countryside and have decided to take matters into their own hands, Elizabeth is fighting to stay alive any way she can. Zombies are everywhere!
and not just any zombies....GRAPE ZOMBIES!!!
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