While out of the house yesterday I popped over to my local post office to mail some postcards and as I pulled into the parking lot I spied this:
I slammed on my brakes, picked up my camera, and took this shot.

I usually park on the other side of the lot where this asshole, who it turns out was a fat guy in his mid to late 70's, was parked but I wanted him to see my
Obama '08 bumper sticker so I parked across from him. When I got out I saw the owner of the van was sitting in his racist mobile so I caught his eye, pointed to my sticker, and I said, "O-bam-uh, O-bam-uh!" When he saw what I was pointing to he nearly choked on the greasy looking hamburger he was shoving down his porcine throat. I walked by him on my way in to the post office and he croaked, "Hey, you. Hey! Hey you, come here right now."
I declined and I invited him to go conjugate the verb "to fuck" with himself. I could tell he was apoplectic over the fact that someone had political convictions that differed from his. The greasy old goat then started to back out, but then he backed into a parking space next to mine. I went in and had to wait about 5 minutes before I got my postcard stamps but finally I was ready to go back out and see if the guy wanted to tell me anything. I turned on my camera and I pushed the movie record button but when I got outside he had gotten tired of waiting and he had left.
If I see him out and about again I'll be nicer to him. Heck, I might even offer to have my Imam say a prayer to Allah for him while me and my husband have gay sex on a flaming American flag.