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So, this summer, I made a little tour of the Midwest. I went from Arkansas to Colorado to North Dakota to Kansas back to North Dakota back to Colorado and back to Arkansas. Needless to say, I was able to see a lot of the country. Wrong! One of the main criticisms (if not the only) of the Interstate Highway System is that it gets you from point A to point B as quickly as possible while missing all of the parts of the country that lie between. Well, whatever! I'll live. Still, I saw a lot of the Interstate. Pretty much, it was just a lot of cars.

It was the bumper stickers that really did it for me. When you see some of them, you can't help but react to the bumper stickers that you see. I cannot tell you how awesome it is to be in the middle of Nebraska and see a car with a Broncos bumper sticker on it… especially when it has Nebraska plates. The sight of that just made my little heart race with joy… for no reason.

However, let's look at the bad side: here comes that car with the Raiders sticker. The complete opposite feelings come to mind. I just want to get out of my car and go on a murderous rampage. Sure, I'm feeling awful, and my entire day is ruined, but look at the bright side: if the owner of the car knew how bad I feel, it would make his day.

So, I figure, I have to get some myself. After all, I want to know that people have murderous thoughts about me. It's even more comforting to know that many of these people also carry firearms. I just have to figure out what bumper sticker that I could get could offend the most people per cent used to purchase it.