White, black, brown, red? Nah.

We are a nation of bland, punctuated here and there with some redneck ghettos and Negro ghettos and Mexican ghettos. Enemies of progress are those rednecks and Negroes and Mexicans.

But they are not bland.

For the middleclass among us, or the sort-of middle class, bland rules.

Take a trip on an interstate. Stop now and then for Gas or Food or Lodging. It doesn’t matter which “restaurant” you choose for Food. They’re all the same. Hamburger, fried chicken … Uh, hamburger … Pizza! Forgot about pizza. But pizza isn’t a fast food. Tacos, maybe? OK. But, still, it’s all the same.

Lodging … All the same. The only difference is in what you want to spend.

Gas? Every station/travel center is the same; only size differs.

Want a little change? Stop at a redneck station or a Negro station. (There don’t seem to be any Mexican gas stations along the interstate.) Anyway, at a redneck station or a Negro station, you generally will find dirty bathrooms and floors not mopped in some time, or mopped with dirty water.

Eventually, the redneck stations and Negro stations will go out of business and the empty buildings will sit there, weeds growing, roofs falling in, windows broken by rednecks and Negroes throwing stones. Those stations will go out of business and bland will win.