Baaaaaaa

A couple of weeks ago I was parked at a construction road stoppage. I was gazing idly about, as one does, when I noticed the big, tough Ram pickup truck in front of me.

First of all, I can never look at a big, tough Ram pickup truck with a straight face since it was pointed out that their ram is the spitting image of a diagram of the internal female reproductive system.

But then I twigged to Mr. Tough Ram Guy’s stickers:

And I thought, “Yeah—that trade war your Kleptocrat hero’s getting us into is going to take down Harley, along with a good chunk of Flyover Country’s agriculture. How’s that vote of yours workin’ out for you, eh, bud?"