Wheel's on Fire

What better way to capture the black and white difference between economic classes?


Wheels are, or should be, the man in the van's motif. He loves wheels. And he especially loves wheels that have become so worn out as to be sort of useful, only to homeless people. Nothing exemplifies the homeless, beat, down and out life as a tire with no air, or a wheel with no rubber.
And when the wheel is on a baby carriage, and is pushed by a guy with no teeth ragged clothes, staggering, yelling, tripping over shadows, pushing his baby carriage full of junk and half empty boxes of cereal and old books and bike chains and things he believes may bring him a dollar for some wine...then that wheel is golden. That wheel is a holy thing. It carries on despite the problems. It is not only junk, it kind of helps a homeless guy but only a little. Every step is an effort he must overcome the resistance of the plastic on the cement. But he takes his time in the rain. What does he care if the cars stop in the road? He is pushing a baby carriage full of junk that has three wheels.
More holy wheels later!

DWP

Don't Park Here
Police Will be notified!
License and Registration, please
Where Do You Live?

All Niggers out of town by noon.
nameless, faceless cowards wearing white suits.

Love it or leave it, say the cancer cells.

American's don't trust Americans.
Why should they?

These are the days of the goon squad
in black coats and flashing a badge of justice.
Poor is the new nigger.


We are monkeys run amok in the land of the fraud
our economy is in ruins
We are unwell, sick, desperate, paying off dinners we ate two years ago, driving with gas we don't own yet.

But the fraud hates an honest man, hates his face, hates his presence.

So the fliers are posted in the night, "Out by noon, nigger. Out! Out! Off My Street!"

These streets are filled with irritation, pain, loss, fear. Better to blame the man on the street than the crook in your heart.

The lights flash behind you...you pull over, give the goon your paperwork, try not to look him in the eyes (goons hate honesty).
We want you out of town. Understand. Get off these streets.
You slip and ask,
"What did I do?"
The goon tosses your paperwork at you.
"DWP. Guilty!"
You were Driving While Poor.
In a land of false wealth, the honest poor must be criminals.

Moped man

The idea is to have a moped that will run and so the man in the van can be just like Batman and when his van finally bites the dust or gets shot with a bazooka then he can just get on his moped and ride away. He may even modify the van's driver's seat so he can ride the moped and just as the van dies he can engage a special catapult that will whip him forward and start the moped and off he goes!~

Red Sox Rant

It's hard to win back to back championships. But it's also hard NOT to win back to back championships.
Maybe next year.

junk

gone of the man in the van's favorite places...the junkyard.



I think I can get one of these bad boys up and running. No problem. Some of those dents will just buff right out. A light here, a seat there and the man in the van will have his motorcycle back on the road!