WORMSCAN: 3RDWORLD

[Who is David P Beiter]

FILE ORIGINALLY CREATED ??? 1995

3RDWORLD
By David P Beiter

Copyright (c) 1990, 1995 by Dave Beiter, proliferate freely.
[REPRINTED WITH PERMISSION]

Dear Wage Slave,

Have you ever wanted to live the easy-paced life in a Third World Country, without the hassles of a foreign language, foreign money, and foreign laws? You could live in an exotic Third World County at Ritner, Kentucky, (population 25 the last time I counted) and still be in the good ole US of A.

Don't hold me too close on the language and the law, but the local merchants still traded me goods and services for Federal Reserve Notes last time I was in town. And the cashier is still expected to fill out your check for you. The area is awash with $100 bills, reputedly from the local marijuana farmers or cocaine smugglers, depending on whom you talk to.

But Wayne County, Kentucky, certainly qualifies as a Third World County. We have it all, from being ruled by a Prince, to having the Nation's highest illiteracy and sub teenage pregnancy rates. U.S. News & World Report calls it an "oral culture" with "their beverage of choice: Whiskey." I would call it an anti-literate society that isn't too fussy about their source of alcohol.

The land around here is mountainous. (Actually, it's plateauxous, carved up into lebenty-seven jillion little hills and hollers.) Lotsa caves, cliffs, and such places that The Yuppie fears to tread. I own about 150 acres here, surrounded on three and a half sides by The Little South Fork of The Cumberland Moat. This has been certified by The Commonwealth of Kentucky as a genuine "Wild and Scenic River". About half the land is cleared, half is woods. Most of the land isn't fit to plow, and some isn't even fit to mow. Lotsa rock. If you are familiar with karst, you know the situation. No crops, tho I've done it in the past. A few cattle, goats, & donkeys keep the jungle under control. Truly a half fast farm.

I live in a somewhat modernized Civil War vintage log cabin. I could help you find something similar. Or you might remodel a barn or shed. Or drag in a trailer. As strange as it must seem for someone used to the idea of a 30 year mortgage, you can build your own house. Really! I mean, buy a hammer, a box of nails, and some boards, and stick 'em together. You might even convince me that you are so valuable [for instance by excreting a gold brick every morning] that I should supply you with housing!

I'm looking for someone(s) to help me maintain my place, and to keep it together while I'm gone. Basically, this means playing watchdog, milking the cow, and keeping the goats out of the garden. This for a few days at a stretch, tho I might be gone a few weeks or months if I thought that you could function for that long.

Money. People think that I should pay them to live here. How bizarre! If you are looking to make lotsa money, this ain't the place. Try counterfeiting or selling "investments". You'll have a lot of trouble selling your labor by the hour in this area. The biggest employer here is welfare. Next comes marijuana production & cocaine transshipment. Legitimate employment is very mixed small farming, tobacco, coal, timber, oil, tourism, and some light industry. Plus the normal services. Nepotism and cronyism are pandemic. The natives despise any furrner who would attempt to take a job away from a deserving local son.

This is the ultimate low rent district for the self-employed writer, programmer, artist, or craftsman/person/child. There are lotsa affluent tourists at Lake Cumberland, Big South Fork, and Yahoo Falls. Speleologists, dendrologists, limnologists, or botiologists might be interested in field studies here.

I have moral objections to welfare. While I can't (or, rather, won't) make my morals yours, the burden of proof is on you. For starters, tell me how you will live when the gravy train stops. I certainly don't want a bunch of beggars whining at my door. Is it moral to take from the productive and give to the unproductive?

The schools here are horrible, just like everywhere else. I can't think of anything good to say about them, unless your kids are majoring in chasing balls. Oh, you can establish your own private school, and the County School Board will ignore you. That's the best thing about the local schools!

You should rent first and find out if you really like life in The Boonies before you put your money into your place in the wilderness. If it is what you want, then land is cheap here. In 50 to 100 acre chunks, $200 an acre is possible, $300 an acre is probable, and for $500 the choice is vast. "Y'all git whatcha pay fer." If it isn't what you want, then free is too expensive.

There is a list of representative properties in the file "RETIRE_H.ERE".

Old farmhouses rent for around $100 a month. If you want an in-house, that's another $100. In the fall and winter there is a good selection. In spring and summer, most are already rented. I am not a rental agency.

I'm 50, born a real Yankee [east of The Hudson], raised in Stillwater, New York, a PhD dropout, ex-married, ex-geochemist. I'm an agnostic, but I can tolerate your religious beliefs until they include me. I long ago made my peace with god. I've been living in The Wilderness since '66. I accidentally bought a hill farm in '71. I retired in '73 when I realized that it made more sense to make outgo equal income, than to make income equal outgo. And I must admit that I preferred pig farming to playing departmental politics.

I'm pretty much of a hermit. I don't appreciate a lot of traffic thru my life. Prowling around in the caves, woods, creeks and backwoods is my idea of a good time. I walk alone. Nobody else wants to be leader, and a gaggle of followers has always made me nervous. They expect me to play Mother Hen. I'm a frustrated biologist, fascinated by the assortment of life here. Caves are my specialty, but I'm happy anyplace that grows something besides people. When I'm around the house, I do a lot of reading and computer programming. I do some photography, but as education, edification, and information rather than as an art form.

I'm a bit of a survivalist. I hate to depend upon someone else to feed me. That's just too important a job to leave to the wage slaves. It appears to me that our civilization is coming unraveled. Oh yeah, the economy is booming [like a bunch of ants on a log tossed into the campfire], employment is up [more people than ever need to sell themselves by the hour to survive], GNP is up [we are consuming resources faster than ever], and inflation is down [would you believe forever?] but I don't believe that this all equals prosperity. Cassandra says that we will have a dictator, and that we shall welcome him. Are you familiar with Executive Order No 11490?

Sometimes I think that I invent all this nonsense just to justify to my yuppy friends why I choose to live in The Boonies. Then I listen to "The Evening News". Perhaps nuclear war is the solution, not the problem. Have you heard the story that AIDS is the product of a deep ecology think tank called Anthropomorphic Research Associates (ARA)?

If this sounds interesting, send me a "dollar" and I'll send you a county road map with the route marked. I'll even give you your "dollar" back when I get my map back. BYO everything. WARNING: Alcohol is contraband in these parts. It is a misdemeanor to be caught in public with it, and a felony to transport. Loaded pistols are OK in this Third World County, if they are not concealed. Dogs and children must be kept on their leashes for their own safety.

David P Beiter

Wayne County, Kentucky, 1995.