If You’re Not In The Posse, Don’t Wear The Badge
“If you ain’t sellin’, don’t advertise. If you ain’t buyin’, don’t cut in line.”
A pick-up passes me on a bridge. Not a big deal, but this particular bridge is one of those really steep ones. The ones where when you, on the one side, can’t see over it to the other side. Big hump in the middle. Totally blind before you hit the crest of that bridge. Cain’t see ANY of the on-coming traffic. Now directly on the other side of the crest, from either direction, you can see a good quarter mile ahead and there is a broken yellow line indicating passing is allowed. Most locals know this. This is a well-traveled bridge; yes, it’s an old bridge, but using it saves dozens of miles.
It’s all fine, just wait to pass until you gets over that crest. Nope! There is this jack-asse behind me, who just assumes, I guess, angels are sitting on his shoulder. Wham! Jamming around me, before the crest is this spiffy new monster tire nine-wheel-drive, really stupid pick-up truck. There is a Huge rear window decal. HUGe! Rear window decal that says – wait for it… HARLEY-DAVIDSON !!!!! (???) Really? This monster-truck idiot has a motorcycle brand company decal flashing away in his rear window, he’s slamming past somebody (an old man – as in me) on a motorcycle, on a narrow old southern bridge (absolutely no skirt – no place to get out of the f*ing way)! Oh, he’s a biker jock – oh yeah! Look at the biker-guy in his monster truck! Almost killing somebody who is actually riding a motorcycle.
Now, sometime after this … there is an intersection in the very small town in this local, right in front of the only SuperMart (rhymes with mega-store paying minimum wage). It’s a big four-way eight-lane thing; actually each direction also has two (2) left-turn lanes. … Ya gotta picture this. All of these funnel into two-lane cross streets. Re-e-ed light … green light. , yellow light… f***ing RED LIGHT!!!
Got it? Light change and it’s a stock car race, a true southern “Git thar first!”
‘Nother pick-up. ‘Nother four-wheel drive monster-tire hunk-o-penis comes zooming past me right through the RED LIGHT!!! On his rear tailgate, big as a real fish, is one of those Christian fish symbols. (???) Turn the other cheek, love all mankind Christian badges? Just arearin’ (ready) to mow down enybawdy (anybody) who gits (gets) in ‘is (his) way.
Two examples … I once stopped a fellow in another mega-store (rhymes with mega-store paying slightly higher than minimum-wage), which is famous for all of its associates wearing red shirts. This young man was wearing a bright red shirt. I asked for directions to some item, or other. Don’t remember anymore. He responded, somewhat indignantly, he didn’t know because he DIDN’t work there. He said something like, “I’m never gonna wear this shirt in this store again.” I thought, to myself, “Well, that would be a good idea.” And, “Unless you feel like being more civil to other people.”
Back to motorcycles … under the guise of the developed nation’s religions, or general theologies and/or deeply-felt cultural mores (morals) as depicted by television, or wifi streaming entertainment. I make note of how many really cool, and stylish, motorcycle jackets – and, obviously yugely expensive – jackets appear in the wardrobes of the actors. Who never get within spitting distance of a motorcycle at any time during the programs. ???
One more; Dogs left in windows-closed, locked cars in the summer heat, with, “I heart Dobermans (or some weird breed of dog – Shitzhus?)” window decals or bumper stickers.
Really? My thinking is, “If you are not actually on-the-team, why are you wearing the uniform?”
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