This Saturday, I volunteered to drive my best friend and her daughter to Girl Scout camp in the Valley. On the way, we passed Lake Lucille and what I’m pretty sure is her church. The camp was absolutely breathtaking. I wished I was eight years old again just so I could stay at the camp.
As we drove away, I noticed that the car in front of us had a McCain/Palin sticker on it. Normally when I come across cars with a Palin sticker (as I so often do here in Anchorage), I always look at the rest of the car to see if there are any other stickers or identifying features to help me understand the person driving the car. At first, I didn’t notice anything (that’s the sticker in the upper left-hand corner):
And then I looked closer, and actually gasped:
It’s hard to see, but the license plate cover says, “My president is a Marxist from Kenya.”
I felt equal parts embarrassed and furious. I am so frustrated with people like this. What The Hell, America?