the billboards of kansas (day 4)
Tuesday, July 7th, 2009(note: i wrote this last night, but there was no working internet last night (mon, 7/6), so i’m posting it now)
in Kansas City – KCMO, not KCK, a distinction i just learned today, because i’m ignorant. KCMO = Kansas City, Missouri, as opposed to Kansas City, Kansas, which according to our very kind hosts is not the real Kansas City; KSMO is (okay, i’m paraphrasing, but that’s the jist. it’s a decades long rivalry).
left Denver this morning – around 11am, which seems to be DC Sita & my preferred departure time-ish. spent the bulk of the day driving through the long & flat of Kansas, which gets a bad rap. okay, the first time i drove through Kansas, in 1998, it felt excruciatingly long & boring & painful; this time, however (although DC may disagree), i found the landscape quite lovely, even if each hour did seem to pass quite slowly, and i was further intrigued by the proliferation of jesus & anti-abortion billboardage. whoa, Kansas – totally upped the highway billboard ante. before Kansas, i don’t recall noticing a single anti-abortion sign (i’m sure i just missed a few) – not in California, or Nevada, or Utah, or Wyoming, or Colorado – not a one did i notice. i may have noticed a few jesus signs, but nothing extraordinary. but Kansas: shit. suddenly they were everywhere. Kansans – at least the Kansans who can afford to purchase advertising off the I-70 – are really into blaring their messaging across the state. so suddenly, there were many, many large rectangular endorsements for birth and against pregnancy-termination.
there were the standards: “thanks, mom, for choosing life”; “adoption, not abortion”; etc.
but the most captivating by far was a handmade sign, fairly large, which i read as: “Abortion Stops A Beating” – a message which i found both arresting & baffling, and sparked a whole new train of thought in my admittedly highway-benumbed brain: abortion stops a beating? is this message pro-life or pro-choice, politically speaking? i am unsure. hm…mebbe, abortion can stop a beating, because if you have some fucked up lover/husband/parent/someoneinyourlife who doesn’t want you knocked up, an abortion, without said person’s knowledge, will prevent a beating from happening. because you never have to tell them you’re pregnant, you can simply terminate the pregnancy, and hey, beating averted! that’s fucked up, but i’m interested. keep talking.
so i’m pondering the message of this sign, and actually beginning to think it’s quite subversive in its messaging & spin, when DC Sita points out the graphic of the heart to the right of the word “beating.” ohhh. abortion stops a beating heart. okay, i get it, i’m retarded. still, up until that point, i was pretty fucking interested.
there were a fair number of jesus signs, as well – one punnishly successful one, scrawled in huge letters across what i think was a barn, that said in the first line:
“no god, no peace.”
and in the second line of text:
“know god, know peace.”
holy shit; agnostic or no, that’s pretty profound. well done, maximizing on the eccentricities of the english language. i’m sold. that’s pretty good.
other than that: so far, so good; we passed through Kansas safely into the Missouri side of Kansas City, enjoyed some delicious homemade brisket courtesy of our friend’s sister’s husband & sister, and are now settling into the night. no internet, at present time, but we will upload this later, like tomorrow sometime. “we” being a totally unnecessary use of the royal we. or maybe i just like to feel i have friends with whom i am acting in concert.
okay. i’m beat; driving through Kansas can really wear you out.


