When you travel America you expect to see prosperity, the land of the free, a world power, instead it is a land of injustice and despair. From their economy to the health of the people to the two tiered social and economic system. I am writing this while driving through the California dust bowl stretching along the I5 from Bakersfield to Fresno. It appears to have been lush farm land but is now a baron wasteland. The signs along the highway saying “stop the congress created dustbowl”. Some signs outline how water has been diverted form the crops 50% 2006 to 65% in 2008, it is 2011 the farms are dead and deserted with no updates on such signs. I instantly wonder where the water is being diverted to; is it going out of state to fill the Bellagio water fountains? Or staying in California to add to downtown and the surrounding areas of LA’s massive consumption. What could be more important than feeding their populous and ensuring the livelihoods of so many Americans?. A little research tells me that their Congress and Bureaucrats said it was all for a inedible fish (Delta Smelt) that was involuntarily being sucked into turbines and chewed up. The diversion did not help the fish, and then the continued diversion was blamed on drought; the answer? 75% of fresh water that used to irrigate the farms is being flushed to sea. What the FUCK!?.
We often stay at Walmart as it is free and usually right off the highway. A lot of the time we end up pulling in to a one horse town tired and ready to rest. Today that town was Bangor Maine. After we found a semi flat spot for Eltsie to rest we ventured inside for some supplies. The walk from the rv to the store seemed to take forever, this often happens when you can feel all eyes on you. It’s hard to tell if people are staring with astonishment judgement or innocent curiosity, but either way the fact remains they are staring!. We go inside to get minutes for our American cell phone. We stopped at the bikes, they have a way better selection there of lowriders and beach cruisers than at home and a huge tub of beach balls. We ake one of the bikes of it’s stand to have a look while JJ pulled out a ball. Immediately we have the man working the department telling her not to touch the balls an us not to touch the bikes. The man whos name was Aaron tells me I am Not to ride it only to look and I tell him that there is no other way to know if the bike is for me other than to get on, he informs me he can call the management, I ask him politely to do so. Now though I feel my jerk comin on, after he makes te call I tell him I only got him to do it to waste his time as now I am leaving. He informs me that he is going to follow me through the store so he can give management direction to my whereabouts. I get Aaron to direct me to the tap lights while we wait for management. Shortly there after a handsome Walmart official with tattoos poking out from under his sleeves named Flint approaches us. I introduce myself and inform him about his employee being unreasonably rude to my family an I and that I would like to file a harassment complaint. Suddenly Aarons Tune has changed he swallows the golf ball in his throat and begins to plea his case as I politely excuse myself to find cell phone minutes. We arrive in electronics still being closely watched. In small town I believe it is a general assumption that people who look like us are perhaps the lower rung of society, I mean we obviously don’t have jobs edication or money, right?. I ask the lady behind the counter about cell phones, instead if being cold she receives us a one of her own and immediately shows me her betty Page chest piece. She says she more often than not keeps her ink covered as it is not as accepted on their area, but when the blanket of night falls she becomes Miss Kitty and there are no holds barred, quite literally. So Betty Page was an appropriate choice. Welcome to America!