<

Umm.... I think you were following behind my boyfriend Rich in the Outlander (no kidding - who else would have Lebowskifest and shamrock stickers).

I knew it had to be someone from your family! I couldn't remember which vehicle had the Lebowski sticker and I couldn't get close enough to even tell if it was a man or a woman behind the wheel.

Back many years ago my husband, a native of Colorado and I, a displaced Michigander,lived in a horrible place where you could see to the horizon and the dirt was red. My neighbors regularly visted me to tell me I was going to go to hell because I didn't belong to their 40 member bible thumping snake handling cult, er, church (just kidding about the snake handling-I don't want to offend anyone here...). We had our Clinton/Gore bumpersticker on our car and we got a love note on our windshield one day. It was written in purple crayon...I kid you not. It literally had basic words mispelled and appeared to be written by a drunken toddler. It called into play our devotion to our country and our intelligence.

As I used to say about our neighbors. The gene pool was shallow and the tide was out.

Love ya!

Tina

ah, you've made feel nostalgic for my last ride - the one we had to get rid of because it was too difficult to get the baby in and out of... lemmee see is i can dig up a pic for you! i can't begin to tell you how many times i was flipped off, driving to visit my folks. :) but i always figured, if i had to look at tacky billboards/ads all the day long while driving to and fro - well, it was fair game.

One of my all time favorite bumper stickers was owned by someone who shared my parking lot at a job. I wanted to stalk the car to see if my mental picture of this person was anywhere close to reality, or if it was a grandmotherly type who inherited the car. It was "spank me, i've been naughty."

So funny. This morning I was in the Starbucks drive-thru (I know. I KNOW!) behind an overly made up big-haired blonde driving a huge Lexus thingie. My window was rolled down, so I could hear that she was asking for her drink to be made at a specific temperature. Then she asked if the muffins were made this morning, or if they were leftovers from yesterday. Then she asked for a milk for her son, and asked what the experation date on the milk was. These questions went on for hours. (I'm exaggerating.)

Then I noticed the bumper sticker on the back of her car: "W. Still President!"

I then rolled my eyes so far back into my skull that they are now stuck there--staring at my medulla oblongata, which is a very squishy looking little guy!

W! Still President!!!

Cheryl, there's a truck that drives around our neighborhood with a huge back window sticker that has the URL for a site called "Erotic Nightdreams". Yeah, the site's exactly what it sounds like. Your former parking lot compadre would probably love it.

My teenage equivalent: a jeans jacket covered in buttons, mostly of Sex Pistols, The Cure, et al.

Is it bad that I'm thinkin' about surfin' over to "Erotic Nightdreams" just to check it out?? Heeheee!!!

Maybe it's just normal for someone with no political stickers though -- I have two bands and a dirt track stuck on the back glass of my car. ;)

That's awesome. I think I need a Clash sticker to go with my anti-Bush sentiments on my car.

Joe, my apologies for the ass-kickings you sustained by wearing those buttons in the neck of the woods where you grew up. That had to be rough.

Debbie, I highly recommend paying them a visit. It's horrible. Unicorns are involved, if I remember right.

Ho, you've got that great Repubicans for Voldemort sticker, right? I almost bought a Wilco sticker for my truck at the last concert. Still wishing I had.

we have a prius- do we even need a bumper sticker to say we are against bush?

just discovered your site poppy and i can't wait to read more!

Poppy, your truck sounds a lot like my sister's Prius (as if driving a hybred car doesnt' make you stand out in NE Mississippi enough). When I was on my last visit home she was sporting her Kerry/Edwards sticker and her Dale Jarrett sticker.

Nothing says "Hey Bush! Fuck you!" like a Prius. That's going to be my next car.

Dix, your sister is my new favorite person in the world. I thought you were my long-lost identical cousin. Now, I'm not so sure. I think it might be your sis.

I can't find my Republicans for Voldemort sticker! Isn't that awful? But my dad said he got me one...something about Hurricane Bush. I can't remember what the full saying was, but I laughed my ass off when he told me today.

Post-election in 04, I was positively despondent and pissed, and of course, in SC, surrounded by smug Fundys. So for a solid week I drove around with a life-size Bush head with devil ears (part of a tee shirt design I'd done)in the back windshield of my truck, with a shout balloon that said "Hope Your Sons Like Sand!" In Charleston ten years ago that would've been a guaranteed fender bender, but the mix has changed thanks to Ohio evacuees, and 47 percent of the county voted for Kerry, thus it's a little safer to support this viewpoint now. Adding kerosene to the bonfire, when I would get a shouted negative comment or a middle finger, I would hope up a thought balloon next to my own head that said "Better get to work and pay off that Trillion dollar debt!!" I'm really surprised I wasn't killed.

Currently I just have my "F the President" sticker up. I'm contemplating carrying Keith Olberman's torch, putting a countdown (up?) in my back windshield to count how many days have passed since "Mission Accomplished." I just don't trust myself to remember to change it every day.

Seriously, Robin - get a Prius. Grooviest car I've ever driven. You pass gas stations and laugh like a lunatic.