Wednesday, July 14, 2010

I have a theory I like to call the Turnip Truck Theory. It goes something like this; We're all riding on the back of a turnip truck. Some are riding on the left side and some are riding on the right side, but most are riding in the middle. Now the ones on the left who sit far out on the left side are dangling their feet off the truck. They can smell the fresh breeze as we travel along. Same for the ones on the far right. The problem is that there's an aroma in the air that's something of an aphrodisiac. When these good folks get a whiff of that aroma, they get to having strange thoughts. Like they think they are the only ones who have the right idea of how to run things. Of course, the left and the right are opposite, as you can imagine. Now, back to those of us in the middle. We're in the majority. We also seem to have the right idea of how to run things. But we're not smelling that outside aroma like the left and right. We're smelling the sweaty bodies of all the rest of the folks riding on the back of that turnip truck. We smell the hard work these folks do, the fears they have, the joys they know. In short, we see what's happening day by day and we can still relate. That's something the far left and far right can't do. They can't relate because all they can do is smell that aphrodisiac. Now, if you're a candidate for political office and you're from the far left or right, you're never going to be able to help your fellow Americans because you can't relate. If you're riding in the middle but think you need to appease the far right or left, you're in even worse trouble, because you can't appease all of them, ever. What you need to do, is ride in the middle of that truck to get a good nose-full of what life is really like. Then don't move from that spot, even after you're elected. Oh. By the way. Those folks on the far left and right I've been mentioning? When the truck hits a bump. And it will always hit a bump from time to time, well, they tend to fall off the truck, altogether.

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