Bumper Sticker of the Day

Yeah, I know. It has been way too damned long. In fact, I'd completely forgotten about my bumper sticker series. I'm still taking pics, they're just piling up in my camera, unpublished.

Damn, I'm like the Post Secret guy ... doling that shit out little by little. Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Seriously, that guy gets like 1,000 post cards a day. Why can't he publish more than 20 per week? That's just stingy. Dude could publish 20 per DAY, and still have enough for his books which are, I'm sure, supporting his genius ass by now. Goddamn but I wish I'd thought of that first.

Anyway, to make up for the dearth of bumper sticker posts, I will now, today, publish the mother (and father) of all bumper sticker pictures. I'd been saving them for a special situation. My own slacking certainly qualifies.

These shots are an illustration of the polarity of our society in these uncertain times.

Digression, and back story:

The shot illustrating the progressive side of society was taken in the parking lot of the Radical Bohemian's music academy, when she was still in high school. I was thrilled to see it, as many in the music academy were of a more ... staid and sensible crowd. The Academy was located a distance from us, in the rich Republican enclave of Bellevue. Every Saturday for 3 years, I'd hang in Bellevue for 6 hours. Well, not every Saturday -- the last year, she often caught rides with the couple who runs the place. They are a riot! They're both 75, progressive, they're shacking up, and are hilariously irreverent and opinionated and wise. Awesome role models, and great entertainment.

Anyway, I didn't so much fit in with the other parents, although they were cool, not like the school parent cliques. Ugh. It didn't have that kind of a feel, but I just wasn't overseeing the Bohemian's music career in quite the same way as most of the other academy parents. Here's a typical convo from the music academy daze:

Academy Parent: So, which conservatories is the Radical Bohemian applying to?

Me: She pretty much hates the idea of Julliard. Peabody, maybe. She's really interested in Oberlin though, just because they're the only conservatory that also has a liberal arts college.

Academy Parent: Oh ... so she won't study music exclusively? Won't that cut into her practice time?

Me: She feels very strongly about getting her liberal arts education. She's not so much into the concert performing ... I could see her more working at a university or playing with a symphony or something.

Academy Parent: Oh. Isn't that interesting!

Me: Anyway, Howard University is offering a scholarship, and offered her a place with the chair of the piano department. So she's considering that.

Academy Parent: Oh! Now ... where is Howard? I haven't heard of them.

Me: It's a historically Black university, in DC.

Academy Parent: Oh. Isn't that interesting! So ... they're not a conservatory? Oh! Well. What pieces is she preparing for auditions?

Me: Umm ... I'm not really sure. You'd have to ask her.

Academy Parent: ...............

Academy Parent: (recovering) Oh!!! Well. OK then! Good luck to her!

Yeah. I was such a slacker academy parent. I can recognize the Bohemian's pieces, the girl practiced more than a little bit, but as far as monitoring practice time, or monitoring her teacher's choice of pieces ... screw that, what I hired him for. Some of these parents actually stood over their kids and took notes as they played, during their lessons. Permission for events was tied to practice time. Hello, if I have to force the child to play, maybe it's not the right field for her.

Goddamn but I digress. But you all know that, so suck it up and drive on.

Anyway, the Bohemian and I were thrilled to find the car pictured in the first shot, with the arrival of a new student who showed up wearing striped tights, a tulle skirt, combat boots, and I'm pretty sure there was a nose ring.

The second shot you'll see, represents the other side of the political continuum. Scaryass ignorance. This guy lives somewhere near me, as I've seen his hate-truck tooling around town on a few occasions. I wish I'd see it again, because I'd love to get pics of the sides. Those panels you can see, on the sides of his truck, are also plastered with Klueless Konservative Klownery.



Anyway, with no further ado, I give you, Society in Bumper Stickers.

Bumper Friendly

Bumper Scary

Yes, as a matter of fact, that is a Hitler quote on the back of the hate mobile.

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OK, does anyone how to MAKE pictures "clickable", so you can see the bigger version? Sometimes it happens, sometimes it doesn't. Not sure why. It usually doesn't matter, but these turned out so small, you can't read all the wonderful bumper reflections. I don't have time to investigate at the moment, The Male Offspring's game turns out to be earlier than I thought.