Wyoming is so amazingly beautiful – if only the white folks there could catch up! it has always astounded me, the physical beauty of this country juxtaposedw/the ugliness of many of the white folks that live out here. it’s hard to understand how you can live surrounded by such glory & turn into such hateful, greedy people. I guess when you believe this beauty belongs to you & that you deserve it, you feel entitled to claim it for yourself. it is very sad. I’m at yet another gas station, returning from the bathroom. as I walk out the door, an older large white women tosses loud, hateful angry words in my direction. I can tell she’s said it to several folks before her eyes lite on me & she knows I’m the one: “she can’t spell; she needs to go back to school to learn to spell.” I ask her to explain. she totally ignores me & repeats herself to a young white straight couple that are holding hands, standing there reading my truck. he responds ‘oh I think she spelled everything exactly the way she wanted to.’ she turns, ignoring them as we give each other a broad smile &the peace sign. ‘go back to school,’ she hisses, ‘and learn to spell.’ ‘tell you what’, I say, ‘when bush goes back to church & learns what it means to be a Christian, I’ll go back to school & learn how to spell.’ she slides herself into her brand new American sedan, slams the door, & pushes the automatic locks. okay.thinking about her later, I wish I would have askedher exactly what was making her so angry – maybe that would have led to more fruitful dialogue. I had to stop at another new rest stop on I-80 – it is very lush, w/thick green grass, new toilets, and several trees. as I’m at my truck, a young fellow, david, in a new jeep tells me he’s voting for bush. I feign shock but not my horror – he’s jewish, late 20’s maybe, beautiful smile. why, I ask. he tells me how he has 2 businesses that have flourished since bush took office – under Clinton, he was struggling; under bush, he’s thrived – juice bars no less! oh, I say, shaking his hand, so your part of the haves and have mores that make up bush’s base. he has not seen 9/11 – he lost a cousin in the towers & feels like he can’t look at it. I understand, I can’t look at holocaust movies either. before we part, I encourage him to see it when he’s ready – there’s too much in it that shouldn’t be missed. we talk about the democratic governor of new jersey. he has a litany of faults & crimes the man has committed. I know nothing about the governor but I do know about seeking out the truth in what we hear & read. we talk about that. I urge him to reconsider not voting for bush – I give him some codepink information& a couple of quarter page fact sheets, which he takes willingly. I tell him not to forget about the rest of us, just because he is doing well. I hope he will think about it. a tall, younger white womon is patiently waiting for us to finish our conversation. she approaches me as he leaves & asks if she can take pictures of my truck that she loves. manda tells me she is from Colorado & she teaches so she wants to make a democracy lesson for her students. she says she lives in a very liberal part of Colorado – all her friends and acquaintances view bush supporters as the uneducated & undereducated– which reminds me of the great red, white & blue bumper sticker I saw ‘one nation, under-educated’! we talk about whether Colorado is a swing state – she thinks it is but she has hope it’ll go for kerry! I’m in Laramie again – I enjoy coming here after making it thru the western part of Wyoming. I didn’t get one fuck u yet but there’s a general hostility that mixes w/the fumes emanating from the asphalt. for one thing, there are too many white male cowboy types materializing among the beautiful reddish rocks &cliffs. plus all my past experiences combine to make me happy to be in Laramie – still cautious but happy. I’m in the parking lot at a grocery store approaching the front doors when I notice 2 young white girls stopped, gaping at my truck. I greet them with a howdy & have you girls heard of codepink:women for peace?they are so excited – they both start talking at once. I find out they are from Cheyenne, which is why they think they haven’t heard of codepink. I go back to my truck & get them some materials & give them each a pin. they are staunch democrats in the midst of a republican desert but they are determined to support kerry. they both talked about how horrible bush has been, taking us to war. how they are so against him and are worried sick about the election and the future. they are about 12 years old, I’m guessing. I give them big hugs & tell them we are going to win this one, I’m sure! and we will – maybe not right away, but we’ll win. they leave w/even bigger smiles on their faces & I’m happy! inside the store, I can get espresso!!! with soymilk!!! I’m happy once again. there is a young white man working the machines. he takes my order & then looks me in my eyes so solemnly I’m thinking he’s trying to think how to politely refuse to serve me in my ‘pink slip bush’ t-shirt. instead he informs me that he is buying me this decay soy no foam latte. in the same serious voice, he asks me if I’ve seenFahrenheit 9/11 yet. I say oh yes, I have. ‘well I saw it last nite,’ he says. and we talk about the movie and it’s impact on this young man. I thought we both would cry. he tells me he is buying me this latte because of my shirt. I thank him & tell him I will get him some materials from my truck, which I leave for him. so now I love Laramie even more! in Cheyenne, I go to the same truck stop I always try to make it to – no biodiesel but cheap diesel & tons of truckers, tourists, & Wyoming-ers. one trucker stops me on my way into pay. he has a voice about as loud as wyoming’s wind: ‘that your truck, little lady?’ grrrrrrr. I bite back ‘no it’s mygrandmother’s’ but I have to howl back ‘got that right little fellow’. he’s sitting down but for sure he’s 6’tall & half that wide. ‘well you are so right on’ he bellows. then he goes into a litany of fondly bashing his fellow truck drivers. he tells me about, once again Fahrenheit 9/11 and how he tried to convince a group of fellow truckers to watch the movie in the trucker’s lounge a couple weeks back. a lot of these stations have truckers’ lounges that probably used to be as sacrosanct to them as the bohemian grove is to those boys. I remember the day when there were naked women pictures lining the walls & girlie magazines scattered all over but live women didn’t have a place to pee. now there are just moments of silence, seconds of cigarette smoke standing still, even the huge color tv’s seem to pause momentarily, in most places when a woman walks in. anyway, chuckling brashly, he told me his friends had no desire to see 9/11 but he was still working on them. ‘how can ya not want to see 9/11, no matter what?’ he asks, shaking his head at the absurdity of it all. ‘that was the number one best movie I’ve seen’ he continues & I encourage him to keep pushing those truckers to see it. another trucker passes as we talk, pointing to my truck & saying “pink slip nothing, kill the devil – and he is the devil”. the two men then begin discussing the human form of the devil known as george w. bush. I leave them to their comradeship & hit the road!