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Before There Was Twitter There Was This
Before virtue signaling went quantum you had to purchase a vehicle and participate in destroying the environment by using fossil fuels to make sure your message was seen. You also had to appear in public. Now individuals can send thousands of invective-filled electrons with a few simple keystrokes that not only hit their target, but they are also sent out into the expanding universe.
Scientists that are searching for other life forms in the universe send out radio waves looking for a response. It doesn’t come as a surprise to me that there’s been no response. They are competing with Twitter feeds, and reruns of “Two and a Half Men” for attention, which is more than enough reason to avoid contact with our planet.
Just like Twitter, the vehicle in the photo has carved out some space, not on the internet, on a public roadway. Their vehicle is a fortress of virtue.
On a traffic stop, I knew I would get a lecture on human rights, constitutional rights, and I don’t have to show you my drivers license, registration, or my proof of insurance. I don’t have to roll down my window, and I don’t have to hand you my paperwork. I would inform them that you have to do all those things.
I always got the paperwork, I always got the lecture. I always wrote the cite, because I always got the lecture. What I didn’t get from the driver was “Be Kind,” “Inner Calm,” “Peace,” or “Coexist.” Displaying and practicing the message are apparently two different things.
Officer Friendly says; Give peace a chance, and coexist with stop signs.
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It’s like a racecar. His sponsor is a sticker company.
I’d be more impressed if it was a “Smart” Car, so there would be any unused space on the body. { I have to use scare quotes because those are the stupidest cars on the market, unless one is suicidal. }
I thought that before Twitter there were stall dividers in public restrooms.
I’ll bet there’s no “Baby on Board” sticker on this car, though.
A Smart Car probably could not handle the additional weight, and the surface area of the vehicle would limit the amount of virtue that needs to be displayed.
Before there was Twitter, there was gossip by word-of-mouth.
At the end of the day, slanderous Twitter posts are way easier to refute than word-of-mouth slander.
Before there was twitter there was this:
Well, they’re so tiny passersby can read stickers on their roofs. Of course, you have to watch where you step so you don’t crush ’em underfoot.
I tell my kids that the effectiveness of the bumper stickers on your car follows this formula:
Effectiveness of messages = 1 / Sqrt(total number of bumper stickers on your car)
One bumper sticker people may pay attention to. Two or three bumper stickers? Maybe. Four or more and you get tuned out.
I’m gonna guess you mean squared, not square root.
No – square root. Give a flatter curve.
My friend on the NYPD told me if you get pulled over and you hope to get off with just a warning, “be polite, be courteous, and admit to nothing.” I can see where lecturing a guy who is just doing his job isn’t going to win you any favors.
It is much easier to talk your way into a cite than it is to talk your way out of a cite.
The only sentence I ever said that got me out of a ticket was “let me get my son out of the car first.”
I got nailed speeding on the street behind my house and had pulled over into my driveway. (I only traveled a block to get there.) My oldest son was in a child seat in the car. He was about 2-1/2 and this was a few weeks after a hurricane hit Houston back in 1983. We still did not have electricity, and I had taken him to get ice cream. We were on our way back and there was a short stretch where the speed limit went from 45 to 30. Got caught there.
This was back in the day when child seats were still rare. It was a hot Houston summer day and I wanted him out of the car before getting the ticket. (No air conditioning.) The officer, a woman, decided to give me a warning instead of a ticket as a reward for (a) having my child in a car seat, and (b) making sure he was safe before doing anything else.
So if you have zero bumper stickers on your car you are…certainly undefined.
I’m sure there is a great philosophical treatise in there somewhere.
And somehow seem infinitely more sensible than the wallpaper folks. Math checks out.