I saw a car today that was covered in the bumper stickers you might imagine would accompany a shoe-polished message on the back window that said, “World Peace or Bust.” I didn’t feel like breaking it to him because he looked like he was having an alright time.
The bumper stickers I see around the square in Denton, where I work, vary in size and intensity, much like nova planets or migraines. They all articulate the essential message that whomever has applied them to the backs of their Fiats or Fords has a message so important that you need to receive it even when they cannot communicate it to you personally.
Campaign stickers are different than a sticker that says “Eat The Rich” or “GOD IS PRO-LIFE AND SO IS GEORGE BUSH” or something similar. Even though I work in politics, it was a big step for me to put a political bumper sticker on my car this last election cycle, and it still felt a little weird. I did it, though, and it was only my second bumper sticker. I had my first one on my van in high school. It said, “Hagfish Rocks Your Lame Ass.” Now that’s a message I needed to communicate even when I could not do it personally.
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