The funny thing about my neighborhood polling place, poll workers cars all rock star parked
in front of the doorway sporting any number of political bumper stickers. I too am a fan of the bumper sticker, or as I like to think of them: the visual equivalent to everyone has the right to hear/see/comment on my opinions. Snob that I am of the bumper sticker genre, I like to think my mini cooper bumper speaks cheeky vs. staid. I suppose seeing right to life, Palin for VP and NRA stickers in my line of direct sight was too much of a political lap dance without my morning coffee. There is a state law that calls for no political messages within 500 ft of a polling place, but in my new found "pick my battle" vs "Equal opportunity to pick all battles no matter how small/lg" mental space I choose not to say anything to my non-neighbor poll workers. I thanked them and went on my way. One down side, if there is one of a non republican in office is my bumper stickers will all be passe' and need to come off.
My mini cooper has not had a naked bumper in eight years. My hope is that this down side is the very first thing I tackle with a scrapper and windex tomorrow morning.
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