Truesday: Bring It

In a quickie mart somewhere east of Dallas two elderly gentlemen discuss the lack of rain. Then they move on to how when it caused massive shifts in regional population, Katrina “kicked up a mess of roaches”. Then they lament that Johnny Carson was the funniest man to ever have been on television, ever.

Get up out of your rolling chair and vote.

At a dinner table in Abilene, a single father eats the meal his two teenaged daughters prepared for him. After his oldest asks about his thoughts on the possibility of a black president, he responds “well, there sure as shit ain’t no way a woman could do the job, and the lord knows it.” The girls continue washing all the dishes.

Put down that breakfast taco and go vote.

Lawn jobbin’ on their way back home from Chuggin’ Monkey, three piggy-pink bro-hams plow over as many election signs as they can, counting them as they go. “Damn Jeff, that’s fifteen you dickface!” Then they hit a possum, and Jeff cries a little, on the inside.

Decide against your goddamn TIVO and go vote.

Waiting in line at a grocery store in McAllen, a grandmother holds her two year-old grandson on her hip and glances at the headlines of various tabloids and Soap Opera magazines. She then turns to the child, hands him a lollipop and says “never trust a white man who blinks when he smiles at you. That means he’s up to no good.” The child throws the lollipop two aisles over.

If your car is broken, get on your bike and go vote.

Whatever your bend or motivation, please, PLEASE go vote.