The ‘next war’…

I stop in Lincoln because it is the Berkeley of Nebraska supposedly – and because I’m hoping to track down my sweet coming out lover! I don’t find her but I do find a copy mat I spotted while driving around, as I’ve run out of ‘pink slip bush’ flyers. While I’m waiting at the counter, a younger white womon smiles at me and says she likes my truck but she’s worried that bush will get re-elected. I remind her that he wasn’t elected

Dr. Ms. Girl Power…

In Evanstan, Illinois, I stopped at the library to check email. Libraries are the next best thing about our country, after national parks! Emerging from the library into the parking lot, I noticed a note on my truck which said: “Dr. Ms. Girl Power – Nothing about your message sounds peaceful. Its ‘in your face’ ugly hatred.”

Missed opportunity…

I’ve made it to Wyoming! A carload of uniformed white army boys with scalps so recently shaved they gleamed hairless as a bent elbow, made valiant peace symbols out all four of their windows as they passed me loudly honking and hooting!!! I stopped in Laramie for the night to join one of my customers who is driving her car cross country. Pulling my truck up to a hotel office is always a little apprehensive:

The arthritic fuck u!!!

Hi folks!!! I’m on the road again! I didn’t pull outta sunny, warm Oakland until almost 3:00p.m., right before rush hour. It has been fairly quiet this time – leaving California of course, so many yeahs, peace symbols, I love you’s! Then one old white man in a silver american car so new

Countering the violence

Now that I’ve returned to the wonderful Bay and can breathe a little, I have the space and am able to examine my polls taken over the past few months and several trips cross-country. I do the count

“Healthy Forest Initiative”…NOT

Today I’m parked in the lot at Trader Joe’s and as I get out, a young white man drives swiftly up in a dark blue pick-up truck with his four year old daughter. He pays his respects to my truck, telling me he’s so happy to catch up with me as he’s excitedly noticed my truck around Tucson and then asks me if I’ve seen

White privilege and tragedy-riddled lives

I stop at the Coop to stock up to get back on the road and return to the Bay when outside, there is a white, straight couple standing behind my truck taking pictures. As I approached them, the womon began talking excitedly about my truck. “I LOVE your truck” she gushed. “I made him pull over so we

I AM american…

This a.m. as I’m driving around Tucson, looking for things to buy for my business while I spread my anti-war, pro-peace messages around town, I notice a large white pick-up truck following so close to me I could hardly see it in my mirrors. Cars often zoom up to my truck on the freeway, suddenly slow down and hover – sometimes for quite a few minutes at the back, glide over to the side and hover some more before

Really, grabbing genitals???

I’m driving down a huge city street going to meet my friends for sushi – I know, sushi in the desert???? But they’ve promised me it’s delicious – and they’re Bay Area transplants so I believe them. I notice a brand new shiny red huge pick-up truck in the third lane driving erratically trying to get my attention. I glance over and notice a 40-something year old white male, ugly expression

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