So, I’m driving to work today, listening to You Look Nice Today (a journal of emotional hygeine), and I’m taking note of all the political bumper stickers. Let’s face it, putting a political bumper sticker on your car is kind of a douchy thing to do (hopes none of his friends are guilty of doing douchy things). Let me explain… Ok, perhaps douchy is not the right word. I think I just wanted to say douchy. More to my point it’s a dumb thing to do. … But, that’s not quite as colorful… Let’s explore.

First, nobody cares. Guess what, you aren’t swinging the vote with your bumper sticker. Most of them aren’t even entertaining! I mean, at least make it so the rest of us can get a laugh out of it. Something like, “Save the Drama for Obama!” or “I’m a Maverick, Bitches!” You know, something other than, “McCain ‘08″… Wheee!

Second, 95% of you aren’t going to remove these stickers after the election, and THATS when it becomes a douchy thing to do. Now you are just driving around in an old car…. You know?

Ok, but, I digress… That was not the point I was trying to make. The point I was trying to make — which is more of an observation than a point — is when I looked at the Obama cars, they all looked like hippies! You know, the steroetypical-just-smoked-a-joint-hippie. Those cars also had a shotgun blast of other opinionated stickers on their cars too… All the McCain cars had intensely serious and focused looking people. But, not intense and focused like they were concentrated on being good drivers. It was more intense and focused like they had a body in the trunk. … Just a random morning observation for you guys…

Have a great Thursday!

I swiped this one from Mike:

One sunny day in 2008, an old man approached the White House from across Pennsylvania Avenue, where he’d been sitting on a park bench.

He spoke to the Marine standing guard and said, ‘I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton.’

The Marine replied, ‘Sir, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn’t reside here.’

The old man said, ‘Okay,’ and walked away.

The following day, the same man approached the White House and said to the same Marine, ‘I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton’.

The Marine again told the man, ‘Sir, as I said yesterday, Mrs. Clinton is not President and doesn’t reside here.’

The man thanked him and again walked away . .

The third day, the same man approached the White House and spoke to the very same Marine, saying ‘I would like to go in and meet with President Hillary Clinton.’

The Marine, understandably agitated at this point, looked at the man and said, ‘Sir, this is the third day in a row you have been here asking to speak to Mrs. Clinton. I’ve told you already several times that Mrs. Clinton is not the President and doesn’t reside here. Don’t you understand?’

The old man answered, ‘Oh, I understand you fine; I just love hearing your answer!’

The Marine snapped to attention, saluted and said ‘See you tomorrow, sir’