It was a hot day, still 98 degrees at 6 PM, as I zoomed through gridlock on my freshly fixed 1979 Kawasaki KZ-400, squeezing between the monster trucks and lifted SUVs clogging one of Victorville's main drags, pouring sweat into my helmet and leather jacket on my way to an anti-Obamacare "town hall" meeting at the local community college.I thought I knew what to expect when I got there. Like everyone else in this country, I had been watching the packs of deranged tea bagger-types and their astroturfing overlords dominate the healthcare reform debate like a pack of retarded howler monkeys in heat. But TV hadn't quite prepared me for the reality of it. You can't really appreciate how fucked this country really is until you see, as I did, hundreds of blue collar Americans sync up their primitive brains in a paranoid racist-hick seance, channeling White Power ideals through Reagan's damned soul.
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