You’ve Been Gored

You’ve been gored. That’s the new buzzword in the state of Georgia. You have been gored.

Being gored has nothing to do with bull fighting, rhino horns, elephant tusks, warthog tusks, or even vampire fangs. So who gores you in Georgia? The police.

Yessirree Bob, the police. And you’ll never see it coming.

When they gore the teenage long-haired hippie, everybody nods like yeah, he had it coming. When they gore the kid with the hoodie, his face hidden in shadows, nobody gives it a second thought. But when they gore the Sunday school teacher, buttoned prim and proper up to her neck, always saying please and thank you, it’s like, you did WHAT to the Sunday school teacher? You GORED the Sunday school teacher?! Noooooooo!

So what’s this newfangled tactic of the Georgia state patrol? Targeting drivers who enter the gore. Now any good Southerner would respond to a driving in the gore accusation with, “Say what? Driving in the what?”

If you know what a gore is without looking it up, or having gotten a ticket for it, or knowing someone who got a ticket for it, then you get a gold star.

The gore is a narrow, triangular segment of road formed where two roads split or merge, and they are usually (but not always) marked with a series of diagonal stripes. You can also have a gore in Georgia that has nothing to do with merging roads, but which blocks off a big chunk of turn lane.

It’s common for the left turn lane to be cut very short by a gore. In other words, the turn lane could be 15-20 car lengths long, but somebody decided to paint vertical gore stripes over two-thirds of it, leaving enough room for only 5 cars in the turn lane, with all the rest blocking traffic. Atlanta, Georgia has a LOT of traffic, and most drivers use the gore to get out of the way rather than preventing dozens of cars from going through a traffic light during rush hour. But here’s the thing, it’s illegal, and now the police in the state of Georgia are gunning for the gore.

This whole issue of the gore got me thinking. Gore is one of those words you don’t think about until you, or someone you know, has been gored by a cop. Then the brain goes into overdrive.

Gore usually depicts graphic violence involving horrific scenes of blood, bare bones, and internal organs oozing out. Imagine a pissed off warthog ramming his horn into your belly and trying to rip your insides out — you’ve been gored. No matter how bad you feel when a cop gets done stabbing you with his mighty pen, think of how much worse it would have been with a warthog.

A gore is also a plot of land that was missed in a land survey, and got left flapping in the wind with nobody to claim it. One such gore became the town of Stannard, Vermont. This 12.5 acre plot started life as Goshen Gore Number 1 and later became a town. How do you miss 12 whole acres of land in a survey?

Hibberts Gore in Lincoln County, Maine is another survey boo-boo, and it’s so small that there was only one human living in Hibberts Gore according to the 2010 Census. That’s the thing about these tracts of forgotten land — if you live in one, you are literally “living in a gore.” That just doesn’t sound very appealing, especially when you think about what gore meant during the 9th century Viking Age.

Gore meant dirt, filth, half-digested food, or dung, primarily in Old Norse. The language that brought us the Norse gods Odin and Thor considered gore to be filthy dung or some other nasty. Old Norse told us about the end of the world events during Ragnarök, and the goddess Idunn with her apples of immortality, which you can read about in Ancient Aliens and the Lost Islands: Through the Wormhole.

Norse mythology is considered a pagan religion, and its followers are known as heathens, which brings me to a really interesting corner of Middlesex, England called the Hundred of Gore. A hundred is a geographic division which originally depicted 100 households, such as the Hundred of Hoo and its Hoo All Hallows which got an honorable mentioned in The Cantor Dimension simply for sounding cool.

Within the Hundred of Gore is a place called Harrow on the Hill, believed to have been named for a heathen temple. Considering how gory the heathen worship was in those days, with both animal and human sacrifices, it’s no surprise that gore has become synonymous with blood and guts, as depicted in Fomorian Earth, the first book in the Star Borne series which is set in 1500 BC when pagan worship was at its height in Ireland.

Gore also makes an appearance in Arthurian legend. King Urien ruled the mythical land of Gore. King Urien’s tales are intertwined with King Arthur, and Uther Pendragon, and Morgan le Fay. Nobody is certain where this kingdom of Gore was. Perhaps it was on the Isle of Man which features prominently in Ancient Aliens and the Lost Islands.

Whoever ruled the kingdom of Gore in ancient history, the police rule the gore today. Policemen wield their kingly scepters (pens) via issuing tickets to anyone who dares enter the gore. If you’ve gotten a ticket for entering the striped no-man’s-land on the roadways, then You’ve Been Gored.

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