Thursday, October 6, 2005
Crawford, of course, is another story...
There were three of these billboard things in a very small radius. The first one we saw as we pulled into Crawford was the one on the right. We pulled over onto the shoulder of the road and I hopped out to take a quick picture. Within seconds a police car approached from the other direction and parked on the shoulder of the road a little past us on the other side of the road. Intimidating. Good thing I held off on applying my "Bush is a Punk-Ass Chump" bumpersticker until we were out of Texas. There was nothing to indicate we were anything but idiots who adore Bush so much we wanted to take a picture of one of his shrines, so after a few strange & intense moments, the officer pulled away and left us. Yep, we sure felt welcome in Crawford.
Look at that welcome photo at the top. Bush's nonverbals actually say the opposite of 'welcome' to me. He looks ready to stiff arm us. "Get away! Especially you Cindy Sheehan and your entourage of hippy nogoodniks."
Crawford was both pretty and very creepy at the same time. I won't be back anytime soon.