When I lived in Oklahoma, I was continually oppressed by the bumper stickers:
- “Real Men Love Jesus”
- “1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given”
… holy cripes, talk about purgatory! (Er, sorry. Couldn’t resist.)
It’s not that I minded the holy rollers or their bumper stickers. What I minded was when they were smug and humorless. Consider how good the bumper stickers could have been:
- “God please grant me chastity, but not just yet. – St. Augustine”
- “Compassion is difficult to give away because it keeps coming back”
- “The High Holidays have nothing to do with marijuana”, etc.
I came close to making my own bumper sticker: “Real Men Love Cheeses” … but it was an only-in-Oklahoma sort of thing. And who knows, I might have had to endure righteous road rage from some pissed-off evangelical who wanted to get biblical on my rear bumper.
Then, this morning: “Non-judgment day is near.”