As a fan of fine music and cinematography, I decided to partake in the fine arts upon passing the XXX Barn south of San Antonio. I had heard rave reviews about the long-awaited release of Butthole Bandits 7: the music, the acting, the continuation of open ended plot lines, character development.
I entered the store and located my copy. I went to the counter to check out, and upon announcing "49.99" the clerk also asked to see an ID.
I was agast. An ID? This is art, something that should be shared and enjoyed by all. This was America. And this guy was asking me for an ID in order to purchase Butthole Bandits 7? I had purchased Butthole Bandits 1, 4 and 6 without showing an ID. Yet this guy -- this white tea partier in his Cure t-shirt and face piercings and Stalin tatoos -- wanted me to produce an ID?
It finally hit me, after all these years of being insensitive. What a throwback to Jim Crowe laws! Think of all the immigrants, think of all the so-poor-I-am-melting-people, think of all those senior citizens... they won't even be able to open a bank account, or get a drivers license, or buy alcohol, or wire money to their prostitute-turned-wife in the Philippines, or get a cell phone service plan, or buy a car, or buy tobacco, or rent an apartment, or rent a movie, or get a credit card, or get into a bar, or get utilities turned on, or get an Albertsons Savings Club Card, or buy a copy of Butthole Bandits 7 -- because they do not have an $20 ID. Why, there must be like 7 people in the whole state of Texas who are just absolutely screwed, and we aren't going to throw out all common sense and allow the obvious to transpire?? And in an election year, no less.
This country makes me sick.
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