It’s been awhile since last I ventured from this zip code–part of a small blue dot in the vast empty space that is Trump Country; i.e., folks who don’t know there is a letter “b” in the word “dumb.” However, on Saturday I found myself driving south on Redwood Road, aka “Redneck Road,” on my way to return two giant yellow bags that had previously contained a cubic yard of garden soil each. Said soil has since been incorporated into my backyard landscape, and I didn’t want to trash the containers it came in because, well, I’m what is derisively called hereabouts an “environmentalist.”
I sensed I was leaving my comfort zone at 33rd South when I braked for a pedestrian who was wearing a tee shirt emblazoned with the president’s trademark scowl. Lucky for me, my front bumper is sticker-free.
The further south I got, the more anxious I became. That’s because the closer you get to Utah County, the more likely it is you will run across Utah senator Mike Lee or one of his cronies, none of whom ever makes an appearance in Salt Lake City proper. I hate to indulge in generalities, but then again, I once spent three long miserable years in Utah County, and so I feel I can state with confidence that no one down there has even half a brain in his head. Conversely, the prevailing attitude among the MAGA mob is that those of us who prefer diversity to conformity are in desperate need of re-education. Which is why, whenever I’m passing through Trump country, I try to maintain a low political profile. And, if asked, I always answer that of course there should be no letter “b” in the word “dumb.”
Or, as I was once informed by a coach after my third failed attempt to participate in Little League Baseball, “There is no ‘u’ in ‘team.'”
But wait! Could be that, at long last, change is afoot? Here’s a snapshot I took of la roadside protest I came upon in the very heart of Rethuglican Darkness. On Redneck Road, no less. Yippee!
