The solution, obviously, lies in government funding for NASCAR.

Yet another example of why the LATimes is in the crapper and keeps losing circulation.

The writer went with an agenda to write a *hilarious* piece to show off the superiority of the non-Nascar sophisticated Kerry-voters that inhabit the regions of So. Cal about 65 miles due west of Fontana (as the Peace dove flies to the People's Republic of Santa Monica).

Fontucky is a strange town, kinda in a upheavel right now... once a thriving blue-collar steel town, then decades as a crumbling backwater of hardcore professional poor, illegals, druggies and gangbangers. Now there are half million dollar+ homes being built just north of the 210 freeway at the northern edge of Fontana. But its still a place where one really doesn't want hang out in. The Inland Empire is sneered at as the "low class" relation to Angelinos, even as it is being transformed (mostly at the west end in places like Rancho Cucamonga) from mostly agricultural to business and suburban.

And San Berdo county is pretty darned red. So the writer figured to just shoot fish in a barrell with his entry but he just shoots more LATimes subscribers.

Bowling used to be the sport that certain soi-disant "intellectuals" liked to look down on. I've always liked bowling.

Eric wrote:
"The solution, obviously, lies in government funding for NASCAR."

You said it all.

Until somebody prays or mentions God or Jesus in a reverential way. Then it's a violation of the separation of church and state (i.e., the separation by the state of man from God), and then they'll have to call in the ACLU to silence the Christian heretic. But if he uses God or Jesus as an expletive, then it's performance art and must be subsidized by the federal government.

Pardon my pun here if you will but I couldn't resist this:

"He learned that race fans are people too, by virtue of the fact that many of them spoke fluent German during the Second and Third Reichs."

Our old friend Leon Cass did a study at the Cold Stone Ice Creamery at Crossroads here in Bellevue, WA. He came away with some interesting findings.

He learned that ice cream fans are people too, by virtue of the fact that some of them speak English.

Ice cream moms (many of whom had previously put Clinton into the White House and had gave the Democrats control of Congress) are none too pleased with the party to which they had once given a mandate:

"I asked her, "So you voted Democrat?" "Yep," she replied. "Always?" "Pretty much." "So you like Democrats?" "Before or after September 11, 2001?"

I asked if I could quote her. Melvin warned, "Don't give him your real name." I realized I had to lose Melvin and Lance.

Another ice cream mom, wearing an "I Admire Frank S. Meyer" T-shirt, told me she enjoys the new respect for ice cream fans. He said they used to be regarded as filthy slobs who licked ice cream off the floor. In fact, I think that used to be Cold Stone's motto. Anyway, I found out she had been a big Democrat supporter but that she too was sorely disappointed with the Democrats' response to the destruction of the World Trade Center. After four years, they still don't believe we're at War! Two women don't make a Gallup poll, but I found this interesting."

"Yes, the entire day was an education. For one, the crowd was more diverse than I imagined. Mostly sober, yes, but diverse. I also learned a lot of ice cream folk love to hate banana pistachio. And just as many love to love banana pistachio. They certainly seem to spend a lot more time debating ice cream flavors than they do the doctrine of Transubstantiation or the Objectivist theory of concept formation."

I wonder if that's because THEY WERE AT AN ICE CREAM PARLOR. I imagine you'd hear more about the IRA and the ERA at a meeting of Irish feminists than you would about interest rates and tax law.

"By the end of the day I found myself eating ice cream out of a cone! And as my ice cream loving friends promised, it was delicious!"

Har har har!