Thursday, September 27, 2012

two-week motorcycle trip in CA, NV & OR

We traveled down through Oregon, down through Northern California, over and up through Nevada, back into Oregon and home during our epic 2446 miles / 3914 km two-week motorcycle journey this month. And this time, I wrote a full, proper travelogue about the trip in detail.

We encountered lots of lava, Wild West buildings, wild turkeys, incredible views, deer, antelope, a whore house, a poker game, a man with an eye patch, desert lobsters, coyotes, a plane landing in the desert, and so much more... and you can read all about it here.

Don't miss the photo of Stefan wearing a cowboy hat at the American Legion! 


Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Your imaginary world is a scary place

He shuffled into the tiny Fields, Oregon cafe and, after a few minutes at the counter, announced that the USA ambassador in "Lebanon" had been dragged through the streets and executed. He later expressed surprise that we had been near Yosemite because "they closed that park, because of the plague."

Of course, almost all of this is inaccurate: the ambassador had been in Libya, not Lebanon, and was carried through the streets by people trying to save him after he was attacked in the consulate. And Yosemite was never closed - there aren't even camping restrictions.

So, really, should it have been any surprise when he started ranting about President Obama visiting Colorado after the horrific fires, saying that the visit had prevented people from receiving help? Or when he said he wished the President had died in a plane crash because "he apologizes to foreigners"?

People that live in their own fantasy worlds, where their religion is the only "right" one, where the entire world is against them and their "values," where the President is a socialist Kenyan Muslim, where everything Fox News and Rush Limbaugh say is gospel, where their response to a challenge to a statement is, "You know I'm right. That's why you don't want to listen", would be fascinating if they were so freakin' scary. 

I walked out of the restaurant after asking the man to please stop saying he'd like for the President to be killed in a plane crash. The owner and other patrons said nothing. Silence means approval. At least this time, I wasn't thrown out.