Contradictions

 

Contradictions

 I’ve a feeling this journey across the country – my first since covid – will be one of contradictions.

First of all, consider the messages painted on the back of my truck: the “fascist is out, now get fascism out” will resonate with many but the ‘progressive’ left who considers themselves soooo woke will balk (at best) at the “no one is born in the wrong body or can change their sex”.

The the conservatives will despise the fascist/ism missive but grasp the awareness and knowledge of biological sex.

Then most others in the mainstream who are so unaware, clueless if not utterly confused, will join the critically thinking if thin crowd and embrace the entire missive, no contradiction.

So I venture out this cool (thank goodness) Georgia morning, my first trek with my newly painted back of my RRB, very curious to see what if any reaction I will get. I have an appointment to have my windshield replaced and unfortunately, I have to travel about 20 miles out of Atlanta city limits – a scary thing to do even without missives painted on your truck.

A middle-age Black womon pulls next to me at a light, beeps softly, and then gives me first a thumbs up, and then a fist in the air, with a broad smile and nod of her head – which of course I don my own broad smile and return her gestures.

At the glass place, I am parked next to a car that has a tRump pence bumper sticker. 

 

The young white womon behind the counter has a shirt featuring an ugly machine gun looking thing with the “this is a tool” written under it. I, on the otherhand, am sporting my handpainted shirt that says “Disarm: Military, Police, ALL MEN”. She pleasantly agrees to take a selfie with me, saying it’s her husband’s shirt….hmmmm

On the way back to Atlanta, I get one my response: a young white man beeps and flashes the peace symbol, which I return.

Can't wait til Monday, although I still have a shitload of things to do to ready for the trip of contradictions!