Somebody needs some A/C.
It’s Tina and I on site at a multimedia shoot.
Photo by Bill Whitmire.
After the tornado earlier this week, seeing this photo posted at I have seen the whole of the Internet stirred something in my being. The tornado in the Wizard of Oz transported Dorothy to a magical place of wonder and (dis)allusion [self-sic].
Isn’t it weird that the science camp has been saying that weird weather and more severe storms is evidence of global warming.
While some with religious views are validated by old manuscripted ideas that there will be more storms in the end times.
I wish those people affected in Oaklahoma were transported to a magical place without witches or flying monkeys … and definitely not lions, or tigers, or bears …
Fifty-two stories high, city noises fade and vistas expand. Chicago, June 1967.
PHOTOGRAPH BY JAMES L. STANFIELD, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC
As you already know, we were traveling over the weekend in Texas.
Going into the trip, I knew my views conflicted with some of Bill’s friends’ views. It’s neither here nor there. I’m used to having views that conflict. I’m not a believer. Most people are. I am a liberal. Lots of people in Texas are not.
And while I have people in my family who openly convey their views and act on their faith and religion, I willfully decline expression unless it’s on this blog. It’s not worth it.
I guess you can say by abstaining from belief practices, I’m practicing my world view. I disagree, though. I go to church when I’m with a church goer. I bow my head and say amen with a prayerful person.
So this weekend was no different than spending it with some of my North Carolina or even my Michigan family.
I thought maybe something would come up that would cause me to retaliate. For the most part, the trip was tame.
I wasn’t nearby when one guy — who had just arrived about 10 minutes previous — was sitting with several Chicago folks including Tina.
Suddenly I heard, “Whoa!!!” and “Oh my goodness!” I think there was a “Wow!!!” Then I heard someone say, “There is no political discussion this weekend.”
Apparently one guy had asked, “Do you know how to confuse a liberal?” And the answer was “With reason and logic.”
Tina was the one that said, “Whoa!!!” Our host was the one who said, “There will be no political discussions this weekend.”
It bothered me that a stranger would walk into a room of Chicagoans and within 10 minutes, make a joke about their potential views. That doesn’t seem very reasoned or logical. If you want to make friends, it seems one would try a little harder.
“Thanks,” he said with a smirk. “We don’t take to their kind around here.”
I assumed their kind was referring to Muslims and here was a deserted location 20 miles from civilization.
We almost started a conversation, but all the Chicago folks let it slide. There was talk of killing muslims, and even then, we rolled our eyes.
For the most part, the Texans were proud of their heritage and made no bones about their gun-lovin’ ways. And why not? They were in the safety of 25,000 acres of country lovin’, white-majority, male-dominated, scorpion-infested, snake-ridden land.
I have to point out that shooting guns is fun. If I lived there, I would consider owning one. Maybe one of those pink 38-Specials. Light weight and the color of my belly.
I feel a little guilty because at one point, a Chicagoan sat down to shoot a sniper rifle. When we saw he was left handed, everyone jabbed him with a comment or two about being a leftie or south pawed.
As it grew quiet, I said, “You know, Nick, you’re going to hell.”
I sensed a little “Huh” moment from our Texan compadres, but no one responded verbally.
It’s no mystery that lefties are hell-bound. Just like me, apparently.
Of course, I am a confused liberal. I’m dimwitted and support unpopular views. Or something.
Tina took the above graffiti photo in a restaurant outside of Dallas. Love how it reflects accurately the oppositional views found in our southern states. You don’t find many people around here who do not accept evolution.
I’ll leave you with this: how do you confuse a conservative? You can’t. They’re cocksure they’re right.