OK, this just strikes me as wrong. While I believe that everyone has a right to an opinion, and that there very well may be a few rich fucks out there who have ascended to filthy stinking richness with hearts intact, I also believe that when you choose to emblazon your vehicle with a bumper sticker like this, you need to be aware of the rules.
Of which rules do I speak? Why, the Universal Rules of Bumper Stickers, of course. The URBS. Almost always unwritten, and usually unspoken, the URBS are pretty much understood by most drivers of reasonable IQ. These are the same rules that state Hummer drivers have no bizness slapping an American flag on their rear window. Likewise, they go on to explain the 10 shades of wrong at play when a 1989 Aerostar minivan, complete with a coat hanger for an antenna and honest-to-goodness Fred Flintstone floorboard action, sports a “Bush/Cheney ’04” sticker.
So, if you have the plums to display a “Free Tibet” bumper sticker and you’re not driving a 1982 Volvo, at least make sure:
1. Your vehicle is at least more than a year old.
2. Your vehicle absolutely, positively is not a LEXUS FUCKING SUV.
If you truly understood what was going on in Tibet, you would feel like an ass, driving around in your earthfucker. Somewhere in the mountains of Tibet, monks are being massacred. Innocent children are being abducted. Prisoners are being tortured. But hey, at least you got your woodgrain cupholders and vibrating leather seats with ergonomic crotch massage action, the parts of which were undoubtedly manufactured in China (the country from which Tibet needs to be freed).
Now, I love my SUV as much as the next person. But you don’t see me polluting it with fashionable political statements. I bought my vehicle in 2000, when the only hybrids available looked less like a car and more like the Millenium Falcon. And believe me, the next vehicle I buy will be a hybrid. But until then, I will keep my gas-guzzling tail between my legs and my vehicle sticker-free until I’ve earned the right to butter it up fender to fender, and roll the muthafucka entirely in granola.