Mad Dog vs. Obama

For the most part I'm okay with where I live.  It may not be my number one choice, hell, it's not even in my top 10 choices, but I know I'm here for a few more years and I'm okay with that.  Most of the time.  I live in a college town so we tend to be a little more open minded than most other places in this state.  At least I thought we were.  Our local alternative paper, of which I am quite fond, tried running Savage Love last week and you'd have thought they posted a manual on how to rape and sacrifice small children, which is totally ridiculous.  They don't publish the rape/sacrifice special until October.  People were quite uptight about the column and made it clear that "porn" had no place in the paper. 

But that's not really what this post is about.  That was just a warm-up to show just how amazing Arkansas can be.  And by "amazing" I mean "goddamn backwards". 

Captain Woody and I were cruising down one of the fine highways in our fine state this weekend and we came upon this: 

And next to this very patriotic display was this...

I have no idea who these awesome vehicles belong to, so I'm just going to call him Fucktard Jimmy.  Wait.  He's obviously from the south, so I should call him Fucktard Jimmy Lee "Mad Dog"  Prideaux.  I'm sure that Jimmy pronounces his last name pry-ducks, lest anyone mistake him for one of those prissy French fuckers.   

Anyway, Mad Dog, I just wanted to let you know how thrilled I am that you are exercising your freedom of speech and reminding all of the visitors to Arkansas who pass by your most genteel display just why we're still the butt of so many jokes. 

Thanks a lot limp dick!

Love,

Babs