The political mood

Yesterday I was remarking to Marty that one would never know it was an election year looking at the cars. The cars, at least, seem to be undecided on who’ll get their vote, there being a dearth of bumper stickers. The cars aren’t lauding the Republican choice, or the Democrat choice for that matter. The cars go quietly down the road making no statements.

The cars are so low profile on their druthers (or lack thereof) that the McCalin-Palin bumper sticker on a car to the front-left of us painfully stood out.

I don’t even believe in American politics yet credit me with good impulse control that I didn’t end up on the news as the freak story of the day, because I had an overwhelming urge to step out of our car (we were sitting in traffic) and go over and start jumping up and down on the hood of he who fancied a McCain-Palin future yelling, “Here, here, here is one of the unrepentant walking dead.”

In a red state. Not one of my better ideas.

The impulse was so surprisingly strong, I had to tell myself that H.o.p. really didn’t need to see the blue lights coming to get his mom as a lone news helicopter hungry for an event circled buzzard-like above.

Later, having made a deal with George (who had been out putting a screen up on one of the apartments) that whoever made it first down to the Just Loaf’n down by the airport would bring back a muffaletta for the other, Marty, H.o.p. and I called in a take-out order for two muffaletta baskets and spent 30 minutes worth of gas dollars driving down to Old National Highway, only to pull into the parking lot and have the cell ring and be told that they were out of the muffaletta baskets.

For three months I’ve wanted one of those muffaletta baskets, but we didn’t want to invest that much gas money in a sandwich we weren’t confident would turn out to be the real deal.

We’ve kind of had it with Just Loaf’n on not-so-far-away Boulevard (which is a small off-shoot and doesn’t have muffalettas on the menu). Usually they serve up a great chicken po’boy but pretty much all else left us disappointed and sometimes even the chicken po’boy now seems more kin to a McPo’Boy, all the juicy drippy flavor gone.

The fact we drove an hour for non-existent muffalettas at the Old National Highway main restaurant pissed Marty off no end. “I’m never coming back,” he said. “Never. They’ve lost my business.”

On our way back home the billboard in the above photo caught my eye in contrast to, again, the lack of bumper stickers on cars. The majority of the autos around here used to be all colorful red-white-and-blue Bush proud and flag flying. But they don’t seem to want to talk about it much right now.

Georgia is still a solidly red state, I don’t kid myself. The billboard echoes a confounding no-peripheral-vision, single issue determination.


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6 responses to “The political mood”

  1. Jay Taber Avatar

    Too bad, your exorcising of Sarah on somebody’s hood in traffic would’ve made a great Motionbox debut. I was remarking earlier today that I remember when the term deliverance referred to backwoods inbreeds, but could soon refer to The Handmaid’s Tale become White House policy.

  2. Idyllopus Avatar

    I didn’t even know Motionbox existed.

    When I look at the Palins I’ve the feeling I’m looking at a television show pilot that went haywire in sci fi world and popped into reality.

  3. Jay Taber Avatar

    One thing we can thank McCain for by selecting Sarah Palin as his VP is the revelation of horrifying, religiously-motivated child abuse — including torture, burnings, and murder — by the demon-hunting pentecostals Sarah has come to know and love. Talk to Action continues the expose of neopentecostal dominionists and their deliverance ministry with a closer look at the spiritual warfare unleashed by these religious fanatics against suspected witches and “demonic strongholds”.

  4. Idyllopus Avatar

    I need to chill. I yelled out the car window today at a McCain-Palin stickered car. Nothing profane. “Oh, look, it’s a McCain-Palin idiot!” I yelled and realized what I was doing and thought, “What in the world???!!!!” and rolled up my window. “After everything that’s happened the past eight years, why am I now suddenly yelling out the car window?” I asked Marty. Why am I spontaneously combusting over McCain-Palin? It’s like the “control yourself” button in my brain has developed a short.

  5. Jay Taber Avatar

    Ron Paul just endorsed the U.S. Constitution Party candidate for president. USCP is blatantly theocratic neofascist, and, is also the party Todd Palin belongs to. Isn’t that special?

  6. Idyllopus Avatar

    Oh, you’re no help at all. Here I write about how I’m stunned today to hear myself yelling out my open car window at the McCain-Palin truck in front of us (Marty and H.o.p. were surprised as well) and you simply respond that Todd Palin is USCP.

    And I’m not even happy with the democrats.

    It’s all cynical and evil in politics-land…but McCain-Palin is pure Ma and Pa McFester jello-brain insanity.

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