Angry Guerrilla Street Campaigning for Old Guys

On my recently passed birthday, my darling, beloved stepdaughter, fellow DU poster, coconspiritor, and enabler, SparklyJr, bought me two politically .... ah ... pointed t-shirts. One, a short sleeve number in black, has pictures of Il Dunce and Snarly pointing at each other and saying "I'm with stupid." Corny ... but effective.

Sparkly, knowing my propensity not to suffer fools or republicans well, was wary of my wearing them in public. She feared either my arrest or an aneurysm. Being of an age where I could give two shits what anyone thinks of me, I eshewed her advice (politely, of course ... I'm perpetually angry, not stupid) and endeavored to wear them to and fro.

To say that wearing them has been a success would be an understatement. Tonight, being Chinese carry-out night at Casa di Sparkly, I made my way down the road in my car festooned (still) in Veteran for Kerry stickers. I stopped to pick up our nightly ration of HeartAttackonaPlate Wut Fun and walked into the store. When I got to the counter, the young woman behind it looked at my t-shirt and smiled. In her accented English she said, 'They're funny."

This caused the woman in line next to me to glance at the shirt and say "I can't believe we elected him twice" to which I replied, "We didn't." As I was saying that, there came a voice from one of the two tables in the waiting area, a man of about my own age, and who I'd seen looking closely at my chest as I entered. "That guy is an emabarrasement. Especially when he's out of the country."

Soon enough we were sharing green tea and laffs. Not really, but you get the point. So while we're all yucking it up, in walks a young couple. They hear what's being discussed and the young woman joins in.

My Cantonese Style DeathinaCardboardCan is getting cold, so I duck out ...... the sounds of my fellow citizens drifting cheerily from that little strip mall carry out into the American night.

I just LOVE America when it gets down to the people.

I've had similar reactions to this and the other shirt in the grocery store (one cashier and the lady behind us in line), the Home Depot (two clerks and a customer), the gas station (a smile from the guy on the next pump), the Toyota dealer, just this morning (a tech and the service writer), and elsewhere.

Moral: ***WEAR*** those antiBush T shirts everywhere. The people are receptive to the message. Be out, be proud, be loud, be in their faces.

...now I get honks, smiles, and thumbs up. :hippie:

that I just love your posts. I love the stories you tell and the information you share, especially in the cooking and baking group. I'm betting you didn't know you had a fan club.
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Gotta get one of those anti Bush T shirts, but I'm in Alabama. :scared:

and I know quite a few of them online. They're fine folks, strong and committed, tough as nails, and won't let Roy Moore get away with pretending anything he's doing has a thing to do with Jesus Christ.

Anti Bush shirts are no longer insult magnets. They're now new friend magnets.