Just riding back from work the other day, stuck in traffic on East Bay St. Out of the corner of my eye, I see little hands waving to me from behind the tinted glass of a gold monstrosity on wheels. I take a closer look, prepared to wave to these sugar-infused children in the car next to me when I do a double take to read a sign the little hands are holding up in the window: “Think about my future. NOBAMA”
I’m sorry, what? First of all, that sign is a ludicrous piece of crap. He’s our President you morons, he’s not going anywhere for 4 years. There is a lot more I could say about this, but it would detract from my second point which is, there are 6 year olds waving “NOBAMA” signs in my face right now and are expecting me to wave back. My immediate question is, who the F is driving this car? I take a look and the parents are like the long lost cousins of Dog the Bounty and Jabba the Hut. And of course, they are headed to the Tea Party. My Bostonian ancestors would certainly be proud.