It's a long read, I know, but it's funny and rewarding at the end.
We live in divisive times. No doubt about it. Many like myself have come to realize there is a double standard when it comes to Liberals and minorities. I have been on the receiving end of it long enough, for I have achieved victory! Here's how my story goes;
The Monday after healthcare was crammed through and unconstitutionally passed, I was feeling a bit down. My crushed sense of hope in our nation's future found itself in cahoots with my anger and cynicism. I found myself doing as I have been doing since our fearless leader was "elected." I write on my car. Yes, you read it correctly. Below is a picture of what I wrote. Its by no means the worst or most provocative thing I've ever had there, but this time was different...
Almost all the way on my 26 mile commute to work, people were honking and giving me thumbs up and waves (with most of their fingers, too!). Almost. I'm about 2 miles from work by this point and driving along merrily in the right lane (pun intended), when some black guy in his hooptie starts driving up my muffler. I figured he must be upset with my opinion clearly written in his direct line of sight. I cracked a smirk, and just kept putting along going EXACTLY 45mph because I knew we were coming up on the spot where all the jack-booted thug motorcycle cops set up laser traps.
I look in my rear view mirror to see this disgruntled Obamunist now holding both his middle fingers up on his steering wheel, when the unexpected occurs. He floors it and swerves into the left lane and jumps back into mine and slams on his brakes! I slam mine on and narrowly miss this guy's spray painted bumper. I look up from my surprise to find a Cobb county tax collector already standing in the road waving both of us down to pull over! The brotha parked his ride on the shoulder in front of the cop's bike with me behind him.
This is the best part; the cop talks to him for about a minute, gets some paperwork and comes to talk to me. He steps up to my window as asks me;
Officer: "Did I just see what I think I saw?"
Me: "Depends on what you think you just saw"
Officer: "Did he just brake check you?"
Me: "Oh, yes sir. He sure as hell did."
Officer: "What provoked him to do that?"
Me: "Well, I don't know. It may be whats on my rear glass."
The officer walks to the rear of my Jeep and reads it. He started to crack a smile, but turned his head and covered his face for a second and walked back.
Officer: "Thats hilarious, son! Molan Labe, huh? You like to shoot, do ya?"
Me: "Yes Sir. Sure do."
Officer: "Glad to meet a young man who knows some history. I've clocked him at 12 over, and witnessed an incidence of road rage. That sound accurate to you?"
Me: "Yes Sir, it does. Do I need to come to court for the road rage ticket?"
Officer: "Not unless you really want to. I'm the only witness they're gonna need. Do you feel the need to show up?"
Me: "No Sir. You have got to be the most awesome cop I have ever met! Can I get your name and badge number so I can write a nice letter to your superior?"
Officer: "Thats ok, son. I'm the boss around here so I'll just say thank you."
Me: "Haha! Thats great!"
Officer: "Alright then. I have what I need so you can go. Be careful and I'd wipe that off your car when you're not around it!"
Me: "Oh, I know. Thats why it's not a bumper sticker!"
He starts to walk back towards the perps car and stops, cocks his head sideways and turns around and walks back to my window.
Officer: "Oh, and expired tags!"
I just laughed and told him that he had just made my day!
I must have told everyone I ran into this story for probably 2 weeks straight after it happened. I saw God that day, through his sense of justice! WIN!