The Kerry / Fonda Ticket

Got myself a new pickup truck yesterday. Well, not NEW, since it was made in 1991, but new to me. It was a solid craigslist find. I know nothing about trucks, so I know I got a good deal. It runs great, has no dings, and everything functions like normal. The only weird thing is it smells kinda funky in the cab. I can't place the smell at all, so I assume it's probably the smell left from a dead, rotting corpse. I base this on not having spent too much time around corpses, so the smell would be unfamiliar to me. Whatever. That maggot infested, stinky-flesh dead person isn't using the truck any more, so I will. I tossed a couple of stink-away tree air fresheners in there for good measure. I highly recommend the cinna-berry kind. Bacon works too.

Having so much pride in ownership, I drove in to work this morning. On the way, I saw many vehicles with political bumper stickers. One of them in particular caught my eye because it looked like a Kerry sticker, but right next to it the guy had a Bush/Cheney sticker. When I got closer, the first sticker reads, "Not Fonda or Kerry". What in the hell? Put out by Vietnam Vets Against Kerry? Am I losing touch here? Do these people know that Kerry served honorably in 'Nam? Why are they so pissy? Is that enough open-ended questions? Anyway, I suppose this campaign was created solely off of a photo taken of John Kerry and Jane Fonda while they were at the same rally or something? Things are getting out of hand here. Especially bumper stickers. I am hoping that most Kerry supporters just refuse to put political stickers on their vehicles, like me. I say this because I have seen so many ghat damn Bush 04 stickers in the Portland metro area that I fear for the battleground State of Oregon. Re-elect Bush? Seriously? There's that many fundamentalist folks out there, voting their religion? Like, seriously? In Portland, Oregon?

Misfats show tonight at the Twilight. My role is to be DD for the guitar player. I predict he'll be the first one to puke in my new truck. The fat jesus is still on the table.