Yesterday a Trump parade zoomed past my house, horns blaring, flags flying. Some of the flags featured a toned and ripped Trump with a six pack gut. If there was ever such a version of The Donald, that ship sailed long ago. I sat on the front porch and watched, my mom’s voice echoing in my brain, “It’s history.”
Potato trucks, semis, pick ups, SUVs, family cars, the only Unimog WW II ambulance in the San Luis Valley — which struck me as bizarre. There were Colorado flags featuring “Don’t Tread on Me” rattlesnake. I thought “China is making bank on this bullshit.” The participants were clearly juiced up on whatever it is that gets those people going.
Seeing me outside, a girl waved. Though they were out of my sight, I flipped her off and then realized I don’t want to flip people off. Besides, there’s every possibility — considering the nature of where I live — that I know her.
I know we’re all tired from all of this. Probably both sides are tired, I don’t know. I just can’t believe this is what anyone wants. I’m saddened — after some 35 years of teaching — that education doesn’t have a higher value in this country. I’m frustrated that there’s nothing I can do. I am appalled by at least ONE thing that happens every day.
Then, about 2/3s through the parade, an SUV tooled by, windows down, blaring this song, and I felt a little better.
(WARNING!!!! This is hard-core hip-hop. It’s rife with obscenities)