Tuesday, May 25, 2010

A Bumper Sticker is not the Venue to Discuss Your Deceased Relative... Have You Put Thought Into a T-Shirt?

Let me set the scene, I was driving down the freeway, on my way to work, attempting to enjoy the sights the city in which I live has to offer. Who doesn't enjoy granite factories and mining operations, Commies and big city liberals with their fancy private school educations... I reckon... Excuse me, I have to spit my snuff into my brass spittoon...P'ting! I digress...

Usually, I spend my time in rush hour examining the bumper stickers of cars and airing my frustrations with them to myself. For the most part, I hate bumper stickers --since most of them are on beat up trucks and their messages tend to whine about how the Democrats are taking our guns, immigration or conversely praise an oppressive form of government... "thank a cop..." Ugh.-- unless they are clever and can elicit a chuckle. The following is an example of why I hate bumper stickers.

However, I saw one this morning that was --to be honest-- slightly odd. It read: "Someone I love was murdered" and was promoting Victims Rights. I still cannot make heads or tails about this. Who does not support Victims Rights? I think it is in poor taste to the deceased's memory to plaster this to the bumper of an automobile. I am still a little bothered by that. Its one thing to advocate victims rights --in fact good on you--, it is quite another to broadcast that someone was murdered, someone you love no less. Then I immediately assumed she just purchased a bumper sticker that had "shock value" for an issue, not that she actually suffered the trauma associated with loss such as that. As I pushed the bumper sticker to the back of my mind, I pulled up next to her, shot her a smile (What can I say, I am a nice guy)... To which she responded with a scowl. After cursing up a storm --while condemning bumper stickers of all shapes and sizes-- and holding up traffic, I composed myself, only to finish my commute in the sourest of moods.


  1. Shock value = interest. No one cares if you just say "Support Victims Rights." It's too boring. I think the bumper sticker did what it set out to do-- and you were none the wiser, my friend.