He's a monster

An older white strate couple swiftly approach my truck from the anti-Monsanto side, & I'm instantly on high alert. After all this is the deep south, southern georgia, less than 100 miles from Florida.

As they get closer, I see he has a kindly but serious face beneath a shock of abundant short new snow white hair, gaunt willow body clad in a plaid flannel shirt & dungarees. His wife pauses in front of him, short permed hair puffing out 2 frame a round face with dark brown square glasses that slip a little when she smiles broadly & extends her hand.

"He's a monster" the husband says emphatically, his thin frame towering at least a foot over her as he places both hand on her shoulders & they both stare at me with twin tragic expressions. I agree.

"We LOVE your truck" he continues as she also starts 2 speak. "We agree with everything you've written."

His wife finally concurs with "He's a criminal & Congress is complicit if they don't get rid of him!"

I ask them if they heard the wh told the CDC 2 "prepare the public for nuclear war. Their faces reflect the piercing disbelief that i know is in my eyes. "How the hell do they intend 2 do that" she croaks as her husband mutters again "He's a monster!"

I say "There's only 1 fuckin way 2 'prepare' 4 fuckin nuclear war, & that is 2 PREVENT it."

Nods & hugs all around as we swear 2 do our part.

I think I'll repaint the back of my truck - as much as I love what's already there. Maybe I ca keep some of it.