As you know, I’m a bumper sticker-O-phile
They’re like little sound-bites of the driver’s personality.
Today, as I drove through the port area, this jerk cut me off:
We stopped at the light and I suddenly realized what I was looking at. I snapped a quick shot before the light changed, because I knew you, gentle reader, would be as bemused as I.
I know, you can barely see the stickers. Sorry about that, I took the picture with my Blackberry straight into the glare of the sun. Here let me help you out.
I didn’t get a picture of it, but on the giant chrome bumper there was this:
Hates poor people. Check.
Hates Liberals. Check.
Hates Obama. Check.
Giant truck. Check.
Giant chrome exhaust. Check.
Blaring Country & Western music. Check.
Drives like a monkey with a head injury. Check.
Yep, your typical mid-life crisis Conservative Hard-on-mobile.
That, right there. On the cargo box.
Could it be?
Naw, it couldn’t be.
Couldn’t quite make out the logo on the left (I think it might have been for the IBEW, but I can’t be sure), but the big red letters spell out:
The whole thing says: UNION! YES!
I assume that when he gets to the voting booth, he just pushes buttons at random.