Driving south from connecticut, flipping the dial on the radio, Fleetwood mac, Eagles, Johnny Cougar, christian rock and preachers disingenuously selling 'non conformity', power ballads with dumb white trash lyrics blaming the wife for the whining husbands lot in life.
It may as well be the 70's except all the car ads are for Japanese and Korean cars.
Stopping at Waffle House I wait 20 minutes to be noticed and a further 20 to be served a coffee and ham sandwidge that costs about 2 weeks to a month of third world labour. (thats about 300 pairs of Nike or US$4)
A statistic on the plastic coated menu pointed out that the hamburger buns sold over a year by this particular chain of gastronomic fiends, if stacked, would be the height of 7 Everests.
Is it not enough that i am sold mascerading pap with the taste equivilent of white noise without being bombarded in my weakened state by da-da surrealist statistics?
Am I not already risking enough here in the belly of the beast as i drive from one end of the country to the other through this winters most violent blizzard to report on the disparities of a nation driven on one hand to the brink of WW3 by an obviously out of control Attilla the shrub while on the other, deep in the south, in Lousiana, masses of Americans prepare to celebrate their culture in New Orleans by drowning their shallow brainpans in cheap beer and purchasing peeks at womans breasts with beads?
Yes i am going to Mardi gras, because its the only sane thing to do in these troubled times and also because its actually an adeptation of a catholic pre lent ritual and I happen to be a deeply religious person.
Also because my life is a succession of vivid horror stories and i've been told that the streets of New Orleans during these festivities are awash with excretement and vomit.
I think my pantomime character will be at home there as it takes scenes of such cumulative mindlessness and excess to afford me even the smallest comparitive self regard.
I am presently snowed in at a truckstop and overweight men are sneering at me as I stumble about muttering in a sleeping bag with legs.
Causes martin ewen Supports
The Enterprise Foundation
Solar Neighbors Program