Honk if you hate bumper stickers

I wrote this last April:

I'm not a fan of prefabricated sentiments or canned cleverness. If you're going to be clever, make up your own snappy sayings.

I started to hate bumperstickers when anti-war protestors sported this one: War is bad for children and other living things. This statement manages to be both sanctimonious and smarmy. For "war" you could sustitute pollution, smoking, transfats, or any other damn thing.

I was driving behind some idiot whose bumper sticker read: Somewhere in Texas a village is missing an idiot.
Well, someone in Delaware is not missing a very stupid driver.
Then there's the ever popular

Bush lied, people died.



By the way, I don't care for Nuke the whales, My other car is a Mercedes, or--I could go on, but what's the point?

Meanwhile, things have gone from bad to worse. The other day I was in a store in Pittsfield, MA. It was a cute little place, and I was going to buy something to take home to add to the other useless items in my collection of dust-catchers.

I had a little tickle in my throat, and I was coughing, which is something that happens when I am around dust, grass, mold or trees. So the nice lady proprietor offered me a mint. Unfortunately, it was in a tin marked "impeachmints." She made a point of showing this to me.

I thought this was nasty, and I got out of there without buying anything.