This afternoon I had to leave my blue dot community to go out into the blood red state (Georgia) to pick up a sink I’d bought. I always become “on alert” when I head out into the wild deep red, because I feel how I don’t fit, and I’m afraid of people with guns who smell the lib on me, and then will want to kill me*. So I thought I might as well use the travel as a measure of frequency and scale of Trump signs for an empirical sense of how vicious the next two months will be.
And this is what I saw: A State Park— (named for the Battle of Kennesaw Mountain, a civil war fight the confederacy won) packed with people; the local Seed and Feed, also full; a lot of large houses; two of those High-Boy (bouey?)-Tow -Trucks-with-the-biggest-flag-you-can-mount-without-having-your-truck-tip-over; a pair of army tanks parked on a lawn, one spray painted with “border clean up support”; MANY American Flags, mostly large, some political signs, some large, but --- NOT ONE TRUMP sign. NOT ONE! I couldn’t even find a Trump bumper sticker. RURAL GEORGIA.
This is the kind of neighborhood where I expected bunting with Trump brocade spanning the width of houses, and maybe a jumbotron or two blasting Hannity.
I was floored. Bellweather? ‘Sign’ of the times?