Cross Country Political Transportation

Tomorrow, Saturday, I will spend the entire day with the board of directors of a client organization. Another weekend wrecked to suit the schedules of volunteers.

This is not as awful, though, as the fact that George Bush remains alive and holding this country in his corrupt iron grip. But, in my little life, another lost Saturday is more than a cockleburr. Yet that little cockleburr is nothing when compared to the spilled blood in Iraq and Pakistan and Afghanistan, blood that need not have been spilled except for Geoge Bush's arrogance and idiocy.

I'll get a reprieve from the lunacy of my worklife, beginning Tuesday. I'm flying to southern Florida to pick up a car one of my brothers bought online...a very nice 12-year-old Mercedes convertible. I'll pick it up Tuesday afternoon and immediately head toward Texas, a trip I figure will take the equivalent of almost two full daylight hours of driving. I'm making the trip instead of another brother, who fell ill with food poisoning several days ago and who is nursing himself back to good health. He was planning on picking up the car and doing the cross-country drive himself, but needs to fully recover by mid-week so he can begin his own long-distance drive to Lake Chapala in Mexico. I offered to pick up the car both to relieve my sick brother from the obligation and to give myself an opportunity to have some alone-time on the open road.

I've agreed to put the convertible in my garage for awhile, forcing my car, the Bastard, to spend a few weeks or months on the street. The Bastard needs to be reminded, on occasion, that the nice dry garage is a privilege, not a right...like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness is a privilege reserved for the wealthy under Bush, not a right.

I've been to Florida many times, as well as Mississippi, Alabama, and Louisiana, but I've never driven through those states on my own time. This will be fun, I think.

I'll try to take some pictures and make some notes of the drive. I may even post while I'm on the road, but that depends on how beat I am after a day of driving and on whether the motels I find have Internet access. Maybe this trip will convince me to retire early and become a cross-country delivery boy. Of course, if I do that I'll have to carry proof of citizenship and documentation that proves my allegiance to the Republican Party and to God (which in their minds, I know, is redundant).