Saw this mobile manifesto a couple of days ago in the parking lot of my local grocery.
I may not agree with what he says, but I'll defend to the death his right to... ah, who am I kidding? I ain't throwing my life away for this nut job's incoherent ramblings.
So what the hell is this tin foil hat wearer going on about here? What life or death message was so important that it needed emblazoned on the back of his truck in crudely scrawled, foot high letters, for all the world to see?
Based on the tiny, barely visible pot leaf on the door, I think it's got something to do with marijuana. Exactly what it has to do with pot though, I have no idea.
Based on the tiny, barely visible pot leaf on the door, I think it's got something to do with marijuana. Exactly what it has to do with pot though, I have no idea.
I think maybe he's for the legalization of pot. Prohibition means to, well, prohibit something. I guess he's asking if the criminalization of pot has made the world a safer place? Or would we all be better off if everyone was at home on their couches, stoned our of their minds? He's got Indiana plates, and pot ain't legal here. In fact, the Hoosier state has some of the strictest marijuana laws in the country. So I think he's ranting against Indiana's drug laws.
Honestly I'm not really sure. Figuring out what this demented screed means is like trying to catch a butterfly. Every time I've almost got a hold of it, it flutters away just out of my reach.
One would think if one is going to go to the trouble of reducing the resale value of one's truck by slathering it with an indelible proclamation, one would at least make sure it was coherent and intelligible.
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