This was like seeing someone kick over a kid in a motorized wheelchair. The kind where he has to breathe to move it. You just want to scream, "Woah woah woah! What the FUCK are you doing?!" But you can't, because you're in line at the Post Office (the new DMV, BTW).
We're in a recession, gas is $5 a gallon, there's a war going on, the housing market is in the toilet, credit card debt is crippling people and Osama's still out there. But I got an airbrushed rodeo scene on my tailgate and multiple pieces of Dodge flair, so can it really be all that bad?
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