Outrageous

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.