I spent the better part of the day trying to photographically capture the last of the fall foliage. With cameras and lenses tossed onto the seats of my car, I zipped down back roads hoping to find something different, something new. And I did find something new, though it had nothing to do with fall foliage. It was a radio promo I heard for Oliver Stone's newest film, W. You know, the exploitation film -- its release so timed to maximize earnings and influence an election -- about George W. Bush.
The announcer said that I should come see "the incredibly true story" about George W. Bush. It's truly an ironic turn of phrase.
Incredible, indeed. Sort of like that incredibly true story of a second gunman in Dallas.
But I am opining prematurely; I am merely falling prey to my prejudices.
Thank God for such prejudices.
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