...sheer poetry! The mother of bumperstickers! What more can I say!
Love, Joanna
And likely to get a reaction from an anti-abortionist similiar to the one I got from some white racist yahoos in '88 leaving a Oakland A's game, who seeing my Jesse Jackson bumper sticker on my little Honda tried to run me off the highway with their truck shouting, "N-word lover, " and other sheeit. I shouted back, "Fucking Fascists!" Heh, as if that hurt their feelings.
-- Michael Pugliese
"Without knowing that we knew nothing, we went on talking without listening to
each other. Sometimes we flattered and praised each other, understanding that
we would be flattered and praised in return. Other times we abused and shouted
at each other, as if we were in a madhouse." -Tolstoy