All my life it seems that the faux-liberal position on homosexuality goes something like
"They can do what they like in their own bedroom, but don't rub my face in it!"
This afternoon, stuck behind a minivan whose license plate holder read "SMILE! God Loves You", I was idly considering cutting him off in traffic and screaming "That two-timing bitch USED to love me!" when I realized that the same tired platitude could be turned around.
"Do what you like in your own church, just keep it outta my face!"
Yeah, I bet that witty riposte will stop the next fundamentalist I happen across dead in his/her tracks with its simple and stunning logic.
I'll let you know how that works out for me...
I find, "My other ride is your mom" works pretty well in these cases, too. (Clearly you would want to sub 'dad' for 'mom'.)
I'll be here if you need any other sage advice.
yes the mascara snake. bulbous, also tapered.
yeah bumper stickers are just about the least interesting thing in the world. and i cringe at the overtly religious ones. and yes it does make me want to smash things up.
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