Damn... some people have some pretty messed-up bumper stickers on their cars.

I am not one to talk. My car sports an Apple sticker. Even though I don't currently own a Macintosh, I feel it's important to look as if you are open to new ideas, and the possibility of owning very expensive computers, which I am. Honestly, it just seemed like the thing to do when I put the sticker on my car in 1999, and hell, it's easier to have it than to take it off.

At least I don't have a sticker affixed to my bumper like the one I saw today whilst shuttling about my little burg: "Bitch Goddess" in an ornate font. I'm not sure that if you are indeed a Bitch Goddess that it's even necessary to advertise... wouldn't the other Bitches be able to find you? Would they WANT to?

What has me thinking about all this is that I'm in the market for another automobile, and I wonder what I'll put on it. I'm leaning towards NOTHING right now, but we'll see... if we are at war (what do I mean "IF"?!) I might put some peacenik sticker on there.

And what's with the fish? I swear, I saw an SUV that had two large little Jesus Fish, and three little ones swimming behind it. They must have made the day of the owner of the Christian bookstore... five fish on one vehicle?! That's... what... at least seven dollars worth? (favorite quote from a friend of mine: "Oh, look! That Christian woman is getting a chance to share Jesus with a police officer.")

Of course, there are the smartass people with the Darwin fish, which are funny as hell, but I'd never put on my vehicle because in my experience, the so-called "Christians" with the fish on their cars are the most dangerous kind... the ones with something to prove. I prefer to advertise my Christianity and spirituality with my ACTIONS, thankyouverymuch.

Let's not forget the gay stickers. How important is to show my Pride? (I think I fulfill that gay requirement by going to three parades a year.) I will admit that there was a time when I drove around with a rainbow flag on my car, but I decided that I didn't need a sticker on my purple Volvo with the fat man lipsynching and dancing to Whitney Houston behind the wheel. Call me crazy, but I think anyone who needs to, will know.