I’ve never had much luck with political bumper stickers.
Years ago, under the cover of darkness, some poor misguided soul felt the political need to trespass onto my property to strip my Bill Clinton sticker off my parked car.
My Kerry sticker led to a cryptic note left under a windshield wiper by a Target swift boat shopper who should’ve run his scribbled thoughts through a spell check first.
And the damage below is the result of what can happen to freedom of expression when one drives through the southeast on vacation. I can’t be certain which ticked off the person more–”women” or “Obama” or perhaps the two linked together in solidarity–but thanks to the Florida sun, the baked on sticker proved way too hot to handle.