Not long ago, I was driving along a state highway in the backwoods
of Virginia, a part of the country in which every single traffic sign is riddled with bullet
holes from the local teenagers' target practices. The light ahead of me turned red and I pulled up
behind a beat-up two-tone pickup truck with a gun rack in the back
window and (I swear!) an an old yellow dog riding in the bed.
The driver, a fat bearded man in a green John Deere cap, glanced at me,
nodded, and spat tobacco out the window. The light turned green; he pulled ahead. As I followed, I
noticed a sticker on his rusted back bumper:
Proud Member of the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy
Yes, of course. After all, Hillary's notorious
statement was true in part; people were trying to discredit Bill. (There was no conspiracy exactly; "conspiracy"
implies a secret attempt to carry out some nefarious deed, but
in fact most Republicans expressed their disgust with Slick
Willie quite openly (and an attempt to discredit a perjurer hardly
qualifies as nefarious)).
I got one for my dad. It's currently in his office, tucked between his
dictionary and Great Legislative Achievements of the Clinton
Administration, a 100-page book that consists entirely of blank
pages. Ain't creative capitalism neat?
(Actually, the company that makes this sticker also sells stickers that
say "Friends Don't Let Friends Vote Republican". That's how you
know you're in a capitalist country....)