I do a lot of flea markets on the weekend, selling extra wares for $$$.
And a couple of weekends ago, at the Turtle Creek Flea market in Monroe, Ohio, I set up shop with a couple of products that I thought would get me lots of mean looks and insults.
But boy was I surprised.
Right in the shadow of
Giant Jesus, NASCAR fans, old folks, young folks and every other kind of folks reacted with glee to see my George W. Bush bedpan of shame.
It was a giant hit.
I cannot tell you how many blue collar folks came by, laughed and asked if they could take a dump in it right then and there. And we're talking what would be thought of as pure red blooded red staters here.
I guess the NASCAR blue collar crowd has wised up and figured that taking over the world for corporate fuedal lords isn't really worth losing their jobs and homes for, or paying $4 at the pump soon.
The tide it has turned, and quite dramatically.