To the person in the Lexus who cut me off on White Bridge Road this afternoon:
I don’t get your bumper sticker. Oh, I GET it, in that I understand what it says and the message it’s trying to convey. What I’m trying to figure out is why the message was so important to you that you paid money for it, then potentially ruined the paint job on your expensive SUV.
All so you could tweak the sensibilities of any Christians that might be following you.
Why is it so important to you that I know about you that: I Was Born OK The First Time? I mean, as far as I know, there’s no such thing as evangelical Atheism, or Buddhism, or Hinduism. So, if you aren’t spreading your faith, or lack thereof, what exactly are you trying to do?
I don’t get your bumper sticker any more than I get the Darwin Walking Fish. Do you get some kind of pleasure out of tweaking those ignorant Christians?
Aren’t you secure enough in what you believe?
We’ll leave for another day the discussion of why I see more cirle-and-line (meaning “No”) W stickers on Lexuses and Range Rovers and BMWs and Mecedes Benzes than I do on old Caddilacs, or Tauruses or Chevy pickups. Party of the people, indeed.
But I really want to know why it’s so important for you to get a rise out of Christians. Your answer will probably also give me an explaination as to why you cut me off.