This photo represents almost everything wrong with my America. Overweight, out of shape, pasty skinned, overfed white guy driving an over sized vehicle because his girth and his ego demand a large rig. That it gets only 15 mpg in the city, well, that's the price to be paid for luxury and comfort, the air and environment be damned. Besides, with his shallow, labored breathing, why should he give a shit about bad air? Not like he's out exercising or anything. The last time he took a full breath? 1994.
Think this guy works in manufacturing? Think he actually produces anything of value by himself? With his hands? His clothes imply that his career revolves around the sales and/or marketing of products produced elsewhere by elsewho...increasingly the American way.
He's contemplating the free quart of soda he'll get with a fill-up. But he first has to wait for his Treo/iPhone to report back his account balance before he slides his credit card through...you know, when you have to keep up with the rest of the crowd, debt-based consumer spending has pretty much maxed out all seven of his credit cards...and his wife's exorbitant spending doesn't help things, either. But he's gotta make the payments on that Envoy and the service contract for his electronic tether regardless. He must stay "connected" at all times.
The magnetic yellow ribbon sure adds a nice touch to the back of his rig, doesn't it? Buying and putting on that ribbon was the full extent of his "sacrifice" to support our troops. Yep. Perhaps he did a little more shopping after 9/11/01 to also help out. Of course, he and the other three hundred million 15mpg/55 mile per day drivers didn't have a thing to do with why we decided to establish a police station in the Middle East. He better remember to rotate that ribbon from side to side each week, lest he ruin his resale value due to uneven paint fade.
Everything in my power to not turn into this guy.
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