I couldn’t help but notice that 2nd Amendment bumper sticker next to the
Confederate flag emblem and the Trump for President sign on your white pickup
Truck. I raised my hand to wave my middle finger, but was afraid you’d take it as an
Invitation, so instead I mustered a smile and entertained happy thoughts of the
Donald being dissolved in a vat of acid while wrapped in the stars and bars of a
Symbol from America’s racist past. My momma always told me that ladies don’t
Flip the bird, but she said nothing about imagining the gruesome end of a would-be
Tyrant and his dangerous rhetoric. Being ladylike never felt so good.