When I had a car, it was obnoxious. It was a little, un-souped Saturn SL1 with manual locks and windows and no stereo. It’s lack for frills did not lend it it’s obnoxious air, instead, the bumper, the standard champagne colored dent-resistant bumper was covered, bumper-wall to bumper-wall in stickers.
Go ahead and roll your eyes. I am certainly one of those people.
But I’m going to try and redeem myself. I didn’t sponsor any lame slogans. There was no prostelyzing about bikes or a God or even public works. There was, however, a very real agenda to my cars backside. There would be no mistaking my political affiliation if you were to see my wheels on the road. You would know I’m a Democrat. A Democrat who supports Democratic candidates. A Democrat who supports gay rights. A Democrat who supports ending the war. A Democrat, a Democrat, A Democrat.
And maybe I talk a big talk. And showcase an impressive bumper. But when push comes to shove I’ve been a lax Democrat. I’ve missed voting in less sexy elections. I argue about causes and beliefs without really researching my side and the oppositions side. I’d like to believe I’m well meaning, and I really want to be well meaning. It’s just… if I’m to tote around town all self-righteous like as a raging liberal (It would really have been better had I a hybrid), I should probably do more for the team, right?
So when presented with the opportunity to stand up for something I believe in, I thought to do so. To get in and get my hands dirty and invest myself totally to something. And that’s usually the issue – I think I can do it all, and a lot is half accomplished. I didn’t want that. (More …)