For my 40th birthday, the Birthday Bunny delivered my fondest wish; a red and white, 1984 Ford F-150 4 x4 that Hunky Husband has begun to spot paint in black primer as he cures its minor cancer. Not the diamond or the breast lift so popular among the vapid forty-somethings in my wide circle of influence, but a perfect fit for me.
By design, the black primer enables me use sidewalk chalk to cover the entire surface in my political scrawl. My children had rather ride to school in "mom's hate wagon" than The German Bullet any day.
Multitudes have already been enlightened at various red lights in the Greater Metro areas scattered through The People's Republic of Northern Virginia. And I do so hope someone keys it. It will only add to its charm.
The side rails beg, "IS YOUR HYBRID AS SEXY AS AL GORE'S GULFSTREAM?" and "GREEN IS THE NEW RED!"
The wheel well reminds Libs to, "KEEP YOUR DAMNED CHANGE!"
The tailgate proclaims the obvious, "LIKE MY TRUCK, BARACK OBAMA IS BLACK, WHITE, AND RED ALL OVER."
When we are old we will sit our grandchildren on our knee, tell them of the land of our childhood and beg for their forgiveness.
Tomorrow is the last day that America will be a First World country as we go through the motions of a "free and fair" election. By evening, we will sit stunned as the last vestiges of liberty swirl down the gutter of history and more folks climb into the wagon, expecting to be pushed.
And as Chicago smolders by dawn on Wednesday, we will awaken in The America We Deserve for our gross lassitude and negligence.
We have no excuse. We were warned.
