Missoula

Requisite journey through Wokeville on way to airport

Our journey through strange and distant foreign lands begins with a stop in exotic Missoula.

-What, Shumway? You’re actually considering Missoula part of your European vacation? Isn’t it like just down the road from the Bitterroot?

Hang on a sec, friend. First of all, this ain’t a vacation, strictly speaking. It might feel like one if I get the chance to sip a little Grauburgunder (Pinot Gris for you wine Phillistines) and nibble a little Brie on the banks of the Moselle, but I’m here for a mission of Truth, go it? And as far as Missoula is concerned, many from the Bitterroot would say we are world’s apart. For example, some Bitterrooters are loathe to visit this town (though we all do with regularity). They don’t like the traffic or the politics or the general vibe and do what they can to stay away, better food and arts scene notwithstanding. I like Missoula, if I can avoid having to drive on Reserve St., the busy, 4-lane boulevard running through the heart of box-store blaa that every city has. If I ignore the politics, the green hair and nose ring crowd entertains more than annoys. And I can’t say people here are unfriendly. Many a friendly green hair has served me coffee with a smile here.

Some aren’t so friendly. For them, we men don’t get to have an opinion!

“Punch Nazis” -Nazis being people who ‘Gregg’ here disagrees with.

The big dilemma for Missouleans like Gregg is the city’s overt whiteness (though she [?] is almost certainly white). It’s as white as the Bitterroot Valley! It’s a bit uncomfortable activating your virtue beacon and establishing woke cred when you and everyone around you is huwhite.

I hope the Missoula wokesters (and the EEOC) don’t see this!

Well, at least their advertising represents a more acceptable (though demographically inaccurate) demography:

We know that Black Rock forces reluctant corporations to adopt the woke agenda, in terms of woke advertising and politically correct racial representation, but are they also making places like Costco push vaccines, or is Costco happy to push the clot shot on their own accord?

Actually there was another reason I made a pit stop in Missoula proper before driving on to the airport, besides cheaping out on a hot dog and pepperoni-pizza-slice lunch with Kyle. I secured a second interview with the esteemed Dr. Richard Drake, professor of history at U of M. Kyle filmed and I asked the questions, and we had a great, 30-minute talk on the subject of Revisionist History. It’ll be a great springboard to the reports I plan on doing from the historical spots we intend to visit on the trip.

Post interview in front of Rankin Hall, named for Montana hero* Jeanette Rankin. (*on this the Missoula green hairs and I agree!)

After the interview we had to hurry to the airport, with a pit stop at a gas station. The gas-mini mart lady got a laugh out of Kyle’s hot dog t-shirt with the caption, relish today-ketchup tomorrow.

At the airport I put on my disguise.

With this book on bidding strategy, nobody will know I’m actually a dissident, muckraking enemy of the state.

United airlines is a favorite of Missouleans of the woke variety. Their advertising is woke city!

Yeah, right.

Next: Denver