Don’t Blame Me…
I worked hard this week: 53 hours, mostly driving from job site to job site throughout lower Wisconsin. This mild winter we’re enjoying is jump starting the roofing season…
While making my daily trip north toward Milwaukee yesterday, I find myself behind a late-eighties model Camry in faded and road-worn silver paint. On the bumper is a new blue bumper sticker reading:
Don’t Blame Me I Voted For Bush
I read this a couple of times awaiting enlightenment. Changing lanes, I accelerate a bit to look into the vehicle. Inside is a fleshy Caucasian woman, a Betty Boop card handing from the rear view mirror like a pine tree air freshener: No enlightenment there.
The semi in front is moving too slowly. I get back behind the Camry. Don’t Blame Me I Voted For Bush. She’s one of those tunnel vision drivers that never check the side or rear view mirrors. She glides into a lane and stays there at as constant a speed as traffic will allow. Don’t Blame Me I Voted For Bush. She’s not curious about the gorgeous sunrise or the other commuters around here; not a glance left or right. Don’t Blame Me I Voted For Bush.
I surmise that this woman will never stumble across the vast cyber-sphere to these words. She’s probably not the type to read lefty blogs. Chances are astronomical that this page would show on any search request she may enter, if indeed she uses computers. Still, should a unlikely meeting occur between us, I would say this to her:
I don’t get it.
January 29th, 2006 at 10:03 am
I’m assuming this means Bush the father…?