That coffee-colored fella from Washington DeeCee, Barack Hussein Obama, the fabled Kenyan Muslim socialist Antichrist who’s gonna snatch up all our guns and give ‘em to the United Nations, the North American Man/Boy Love Association and The New York Times, will be addressing the Democratic hordes of Bibleburg tomorrow, and Your Humble Narrator and Herself will be among those in attendance.
Tickets were free, but had to be picked up in advance, and since much of bright-red Bibleburg still calls Abraham Lincoln a RINO for freeing the slaves I figured this would be about as tough a hustle as scoring duckets for a N.W.A. reunion concert in Branson, Missouri.
There were two pickup spots. The first was Colorado College, the site of tomorrow’s presidential address and an easy walk or bike ride from Chez Dog. The other was the Obama for America office up north in Briargate, a 20-minute drive at the best of times — and the announced pickup time of 5 p.m. is never the best of times. The rule of thumb in these parts is never head north on Interstate 25 after about 3 p.m. unless you really, really, really like your car, especially its first gear.
Herself was working in Denver and motored straight to the Briargate location for her ticket, and what with the honkified north end of town being Romney country she was in and out in a flash. I chose the Colorado College location, an easy five-minute trip by bike, and stood in line for about an hour and a half with a couple thousand of my deeply blue brethren and sistren. Another real-world proof of the Larry’s Wife Theorem®.
This afternoon I took the Vespa for a spin past CC en route to the Colorado Farm and Art Market for a passel of Doug Wiley’s Larga Vista Ranch pasture-raised pork and the security types have the place fenced off in a fashion that would make an Arizona Minuteman smile, until he remembered why.
Tomorrow we’ll ride our bikes down to CC to catch the prez in person. I don’t believe I’ve seen an occupant of the Oval Orifice in corpus since LBJ visited Randolph AFB when I was a sprout. Should be interesting. I’ll have a couple cameras and the iPhone; maybe I can post a little sumpin’-sumpin’ from the scene.