Observations From a Southern Commute…

An observation started to penetrate my thick skull last week. Because of this vague, nagging feeling I was missing something, I started this week a little more aware of my surroundings. It could be just coincidence, but you tell me what you’ve seen.

After Bush pushed the Iraq War down our throats I was decidedly cool on the way this country showed it’s patriotic fervor. I mean, come on magnetic ribbons on your SUV, get real, where exactly is that showing even symbolic patriotism? But you couldn’t get away from them. The majority of the vehicles on the road seemed to sport one or two or three. First they were yellow, then other colors started showing up. But over the last few weeks something has impinged upon my conscience, or rather, the absence of something has. It’s those magnetic ribbons, I can only recall one vehicle with those “ultra” symbols of patriotic zeal on the freeways of Houston. Is this symptomatic of the rest of the country? Is it just the roads I drive or has that Bush symbol of belief been finally put to rest.

on another note, I know every time I come across one of those old oval stickers from the Bush 04 campaign I speed up to get a look at the driver. I always wonder at what reasons there are behind a person still supporting George W after everything that has happened in this country since that election…How about you? What do you think today about showing Bush support stickers on your car? And what does it say about a person who has a Bush 04 sticker on a 2006 or later car?

2 replies on “Observations From a Southern Commute…”

Is it too late to comment? I mean, a few days have gone by and this is Internet time, after all.

You keep referring to this Bush guy. Isn’t he the nut that lives in the White House and thinks he’s President of the United States?

Don’t get me started on him, ’cause he’s the looniest. I love the way he tells us we are addicted to oil, and then he hops in his private jet – you know, the one they call Air Force One – and off he goes, to tell another lie in another place.

We are the most powerful nation on Earth, and yet we let this Bozo soil the sheets at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. Sorta’ makes you wonder what it means to be powerful, doesn’t it?

Naa, he’s that overgrown kid whose parents moved on and he couldn’t get over it so he lied his way back into the old house and now nobody can get him out. He’s sorta a local kid (his parents moved into town when they left that big white house the boy’s in now).

I guess from what we keep seeing, power is never having to say…oops, I screwed up.

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