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Monday, October 18, 2010

WTF???

I know,  it's kind of a strong title for a post, isn't it?  But I am positive that after you see what I am going to show you, you will have the same reaction.

I have spent the last 3 weeks or so in Phoenix with my Grandma.  I knew Phoenix was littered with old people.  And I also understand that old people tend toward the conservative side of things.  So I was able to deduce (deduce, now there's a good word, don't you think?) that Phoenix = seriously conservative city.  And yes, indeedy.  That is what I found.

Conservative is a tad weak for the rabid political ads I saw on t.v. and on signs and in the mail and left on Grandma's answering machine (by John McCain no less).  I was taken aback by the viciousness of the political ads.  Now you know I am from Texas and you should know that we have our own home-grown nutjobs running for office and mud-slinging.  So it's not like I was naive and had no idea that these things happened.  But seriously!  I will tell you the truth, it wasn't so much "conservatism" as right-wing religious frenzy that I was seeing.  I wanted to run screaming in the night, "NO, make it stop!  I don't want to vote for any of you wingnuts!!"

Turns out Arizona is quite proud of their law entitling their citizenry to carry weapons on their person any time and any place they damn well feel like it.  I saw a guy (and I am not making any of this up) walking across the street with a ninja sword on his back in one of those sword cases.  That way if you pissed him off he would be well within his rights to reach up and over his head and grab the sword and behead you in one fell swoop.   Have any of you ever seen a guy just walking around with a sword strapped to his back, just. in. case?  It is something I had never considered before.

So Sparky gets there to visit with Grandma and help me drive back home over the weekend.  And he points out these posters that are at the end of the bus stops.  You know the bus stops with a bench and a ersatz shelter over it and one end houses a poster like a billboard.  You probably have to pay a truckload of money to have a poster in x-number of bus stops.  And if I were to describe what this poster said you would never believe me.  And a picture really and truly being worth a thousand words; I should just get on with it and show it to you.

Believe it or don't.



Yep, that is what it says.  Did you say WTF?  Did your jaw hit your desk?



So you have actual photo verification that Sparky and I both saw this sign and had to whip in to the parking lot and document it.

WTF indeed.