So I was driving around today and happened to stop at a red light behind this fella, at the corner of Ballard and Forehead/Steering Wheel.
That’s one big-ass truck, but the devil is always is in the details, n’est pas?
Now it’s all perfectly well and good to have your little “personal political convictions,” but I think we can all agree on one thing: this dude is fuckin’ COMMITTED! I mean, that’s years of of announcing his staunch Nobama-tude every time he gets behind the wheel. It’s almost a personal “fuck you” to every driver who could only commit to a politics-related MAGNET, fer chrissakes.
(Also? NOBAMA’s got some serious sack driving this mother around Ballard. Might as well have the plate that reads IEATKITTENS. . .)
(And yeah, I popped this on Facebook and my friend Jillian’s Dad was all, “Sure, it’s crazy, but there were a few years there I might’ve gone in for a nice NOBUSH plate.” And I’m all, “Well first of all, Mike, while I’m down with that in theory, there’s that whole pronouncement you might inadvertently be making about your fondness for the Brazilian wax.” And second, those eight years weren’t exactly a paragon of civil liberties, and you probably would’ve instantly ended up on some International Terrorist Watch List, and can you imagine being pulled aside every time you went to the airport and having to be all, “Officers, can’t a sixtyish beekeeper just use his bumper to express his appreciation for a well-waxed lady??!”)