American Weekend

Yes! This weekend was the culmination of Americana coming to a head. That's right, WingFest AND the Gun Show.

On. The. Same. Day.

I know the ex-wrestler looking, long haired, Fu Manchu-ed guy in Pink Floyd pajama bottoms feels me on this one. (I was surprised. I saw him at WingFest but not the Gun Show. I know, right?)

I don't know what was better: seeing the runner-up in the 10 minute wing eating contest yell at some bushes (think about it: yell at some bushes....ralph...yak...give back to the community) OR the sweet little old lady selling 30 round AK clips telling me about "them Chinese!" I had to agree with her, those little yellow buggers CAN be a handful.

I feel like I just took part in a Bill Maher documovie, sans plot.

Well, as much as I might want to make fun of neo-cons, or 300 lb. guys who can eat a pound and a half of wings in 10 minutes, I do love the Dirty Dirty, (Yankees: that's the South. The scary part) and I love living in America. (Put your pitchforks down, haters, you know I do.)

So next time you get angry at our government as it circles around the bowl on the way to the septic tank (you don't know how many nasty wing similes I wanna toss in here), just think about the diversity in our proud nation.

Everyone who knows me is aware of my (some might say) maniacal support of President Obama. I now have an insight into the mentality need to get up in the morning and pull our nation up by its bootstraps. (Or gay Croc holes)
As wrasslin' Fu Manchu man would say..."Wake up....GOIN' TO WINGFEST!!"

-J