People rightfullly scorn 'bumper sticker dialogues'. They're shallow, with virtually no nuances, and they have no opportunity to have any kind of conversation. Its how I think, I have to admit; though I would like to have a deeper, richer understanding of my fellow man and their motivations, I usually think in short, blunt concepts that would fit easily onto a bumper sticker. I'm not a deep thinker.
Thus, this morning, when I saw a car with a bumper sticker that had the Obama symbol -- Oh, good, I thought -- followed by the phrase 'YOU LIE!", my first thought was -- well, rude, to put it mildly. I saw myself meeting that car's owner, and laying into them. Exactly HOW, I wasn't clear on -- would it be an intimidating and overwhelming array of fact? No, that sort of person wouldn't GET facts, let alone nuances; better go with the classics, such as Fuck you, moron. Which, of course, I knew that I would never do. I'm not confrontational; besides, people don't tend to take that well.
I wished that I was the sort of person who was comfortable with keying someone's car. I wouldn't do that, either, of course. But I wanted to, so badly.
Yesterday I saw a car with a bumper sticker that said Proud to Be A Maryland Democrat. I want something pithy like that.
Democrats Fix the Problems Republicans Cause. Nah, too wordy.
So I donated money to Harry Reid's Senate campaign.
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