Jacked up

So the other day, while in the Jack's parking lot of Eastaboga, AL (for readers outside of the local area...I am not making that up)...(also, I remember saying "Eastaboga" around someone that was not from around here and they said, "East of what?" but I digress)


ANYWAY.


I was getting something from the drive through at Jack's and glanced over and saw this truck...

Let's zoom in for a few details, shall we?

 

 

I'm probably going to take some flack for this...but I'm going to say it anyway.

 

Dear Mr. 4x4 truck driver. It is 2015.  Enough with the rebel flags.

Also?

No, the South is not going to rise again.

No, you did NOT vote for Andrew Jackson.

No, it was not the "War of Northern Aggression."  Winner gets to name it.

And you do realize that the rebel flag and "proud to be an American" are diametrically opposing viewpoints, right?

Please stop making our state a punch line.

(And the black tape repair job is not helping your street cred At. All.)

Nor is the whoop-dee crooked bumper you are sporting.

And then there is this:

Now, if you're a friend, coworker, family member or frequent blog reader, you know that I have somewhat of a turbulent history with possums. (If you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, check it out here.)  So it was actually the marsupial decal that caught my attention. And caused me to ponder the following questions:

1. Is the driver of the Redneck roadster named "Possum" or has he named his ride "Possum?" (maybe to give it some character...so it's P.O.S.-ness is  more quirky and less sad?)

2. Where do you find possum decals?

3. Who makes them?

4. WHY?

5. Is there a demand?

6. You know possums don't really hang like that, don't you? Total urban legend.

7. Or would that be a rural legend?  I don't think possums are very urban at all.

I could have gone on for some time longer, but my biscuit and gravy was ready and I needed to head on in to work.

And so turns the world.