Nietzsche is dead

Continuing the conflation of American political rhetoric--the heavens meet the road, the bumper sticker as icon and index. In other words, this is the base element of public discourse, and perhaps the most democratic and transparent, too. So join the party (as seen on the I-80 in Iowa).

Family of Americans: obese woman with "bite me" shirt; Nascar dad with titties hanging from his cut-off shirt and "America" hat blazing in the midwestern sun; one child a promise keeper, one a streaked blond adolescent boy with a Marilyn Manson shirt, knee socks, and a supremely alienated pair of black Converse.

The signs:
1) Calvin praying, kneeling before the cross.
2) Q. Dear God, Why is there so much violence in public schools? -Concerned student
A. Dear concerned student, I am not allowed in public schools. -God

Anyway, the joke is running, let's see if it's farce or tragedy.

UPDATE: I've been alerted to the exceeding lameness of this post. As cultural critique, it lacks substance, and attempts to subsitute for that absence with excessive implication and a tone of condescension. Furthermore, it implicates the inability of voyeuristic elite to mount an effective critique of a culture to which they are thoroughly alien, though they may share a government, even a common national identity, with those more closely tied to the aforementioned culture. Typical post-collegiate bullshit, thrashing around in the belly of America trying to tear down whatever seems less than stable. Clearly stability is a constructed value, and a poorly constructed one at that--one I thought I was totally over. Now I see my own shortcomings and I would like to take a more tempered approach. I would also like to say that I bought some rad psychedelic pins at the I-80, including but not limited to a totally technicolor hot air balloon that's like floating into a vibed out dimension of space time or something!

Postscript noting exclusivity/inclusivity in relation to viewership of the marked body:
Obesity is not something to laugh about, nor can it--as an individual problem or national epidemic--be attributed to those afflicted with it. There is, however, a bit of irony in the consumption habits of a vast majority of the country, the political tendencies of those who constitute that population, and the massive burden on the national healthcare system as a result of obesity. So where the sky meets the prairie, save a kind word for your brethren and keep an eye out for the common enemy--you can get the hippies, but you can't get us.