DarlingVivacia
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jan 30, 2008
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- 269
Seems to me that the majority of Americans share a common set of values, and a relatively similar political ideology: a balanced budget is good, national security is a priority, treat our neighbors as our own...and on and on it goes smack down the yellow line.
Sure, we disagree, we waver from that solid yellow line, decidedly inching out and crossing the line to speed ahead of a giant, black SUV or a perky silver HYBRID. We yell, "slow down!" when the car speeds past us, sometimes waving the bird, other times pressing our weight firmly on the horn. "Motherfuckers!!!" we scream, while our passengers ask us in whispered tones to "cool our jets".
A matter of degrees.
The outliers are outliers and somehow they have hijacked those cars, spray painting THEIR words of love emblazoned in stainless steel fishes. Their cars scream THEIR words of defiance in orange and yellow across their bumpers.
And then this is ALL we hear about. It is maddening, like driving with the windows down on a hot and humid summer day, the din buzzing at our ears, drowning out all sanity.
We need a break, a crisp fall day, the golden blaze of autumn's glory as backdrop as we wend our way down quiet back roads. A little John Denver on the radio, sticking to the middle of the road.
Sure, we disagree, we waver from that solid yellow line, decidedly inching out and crossing the line to speed ahead of a giant, black SUV or a perky silver HYBRID. We yell, "slow down!" when the car speeds past us, sometimes waving the bird, other times pressing our weight firmly on the horn. "Motherfuckers!!!" we scream, while our passengers ask us in whispered tones to "cool our jets".
A matter of degrees.
The outliers are outliers and somehow they have hijacked those cars, spray painting THEIR words of love emblazoned in stainless steel fishes. Their cars scream THEIR words of defiance in orange and yellow across their bumpers.
And then this is ALL we hear about. It is maddening, like driving with the windows down on a hot and humid summer day, the din buzzing at our ears, drowning out all sanity.
We need a break, a crisp fall day, the golden blaze of autumn's glory as backdrop as we wend our way down quiet back roads. A little John Denver on the radio, sticking to the middle of the road.