I was going to go back to showing you pictures of our second honeymoon in Maui, but we went to the fair again yesterday. Most of you will remember the fair from my pictures last year. County fairs are a part of America. Heck, they are America. They are like pure, concentrated America…
And like America, they are loud, raucous, colorful, in-your-face, over-the-top, over-priced, tacky, weird, wild, fun… and make absolutely no sense at all.
So of course the first thing you see upon entering the fair, what with the ‘fab’ theme, is a bunch of Beatles-related stuff… like the entranceway done up like a yellow submarine… and these guys…
Because, on the Fourth of July, the day we celebrate our independence from England, following a long and bloody revolution, who else would you choose but four English guys as your official spokesmen?
Well, there was the nine-foot-tall robot guy…
But I don’t see how he fits in with the retro, 60’s theme at all.
And for a brief moment, I thought he was going to reenact the battle at Lexington when they headed in his direction. Also, and I know the guy in the John Lennon costume needed to be able to see and breathe, is it just me, or is it tacky to have a big hole in the middle of his chest?
And of course there were livestock exhibits… with cute baby goats…
I love baby goats… But only in America would you get goats dressed up like this…
Camouflage and pink unitards… for goats… that is like some kind of weird don’t ask/don’t tell thing going on there.
Pouring My Art Out 
At least they weren’t the fainting goats!
Or the exploding ones…
You’ve got to love the Beatles stuff even if you did decide to separate yourself from the British. It seems really well done…of course once you pointed it out…all I could see were the big gaping holes in their chests.
Sometimes we can’t see the forest for the trees,,,
RIngo does not make an attractive giant parade bobble-head. Do love their music though even if the theme is misplaced on the 4th of July…and do jue lie ta me.
It was so random that it sort of startled me when I walked in and saw them.
Reblogged this on Wilder Man On Rolling Creek and commented:
Bring on the grins! And … be patriotic, and polite, at the same time! I think you will like this.
This is hilarious, how weird
yup
It is not just you, it IS tacky to have holes in John Lennon’s chest — especially that first time back in 1980.
well said
I see that all four Beatles have holes in the chests. Maybe these were the props for the performance of the “Fixing a hole” song.
HA! Now we know how many holes it takes to… nevermind
Whew. I had forgotten just how corny fairs really were. But in their defense, the kids likely loved it. You should have flashed some of the pictures of naked goats you took in Hawaii. It would have been scandalous.
You are an instigator
Just yesterday, I saw a baby goat behind a colleague’s house. I told her the story of how my grandmother used to flog me during Christmas cos I was always chasing her cute, white baby goats around our compound. And they were definitely not dressed up. And what’s up with the clothes? Is it offensive in America for goats to be naked?
I don’t know why. Maybe it keeps them clean before they are judged, or warm at night… it isn’t a fashion statement… I hope.
I hope so too. Wouldn’t wanna be a goat in a unitard.
I wouldn’t want to be anything in a unitard…
I echo that thought. 🙂
I wish everybody did