This afternoon, I had eaten lunch at a Bojangles restaurant in Pendergrass, Georgia off of Interstate 85. I had finished eating and was sitting in my car in the parking lot, checking the Dope on my smartphone before heading back to a nearby flea market, where my wife and I operate a booth.
Suddenly, I noticed voices behind me. I looked back to see a group of people standing behind my car, talking about “pissing on that Obama sticker” that I had on my rear bumper.
Infuriated, I jumped out of my car and shouted, “YOU WANT TO WHAT?!” to the three white males and two females standing behind my car.
One of them said, “It’s not your car we don’t like, it’s your bumper sticker we don’t like.” Really? So because you don’t like the President that give you the right to vandalize someone’s car?
I think that because of my tinted windows they thought that the car was empty, that they didn’t expect a roaring mad 6’1" 220 pound black man to pop out of a Prius and confront their punk asses (true, I’m also 58 and I’m sure that three or more on one I couldn’t do anything more than go down swinging) and that the surprise is what made them back down.
I told them, “Well, he is our President of the United States.”
“Yeah, he is,” one of them said, as they backed away.
“And if you’ll excuse me, the smell has suddenly gotten pretty bad around here,” I said as I got back in my car and drove away.
It just burns me. Georgia is a very red state, and over the years I’ve seen thousands of Reagan, Bush and Bush bumper stickers, but I can’t drive around and support my President without worrying about my car being vandalized (I’ve already had one sticker torn off in this same area.)
Fuck them. I will not live in fear because I support Obama.