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There were reasons I liked the 1980s and there were reasons I didn't. I wasn't too fond of the motorcycles of the era which looked clunky and weird but I did like the bumper stickers which seemed to proliferate like rabbits. Then they went away. Perhaps because we, the baby boomers, got more serious and decided we didn't want to express ourselves in short incoherent phrases on our cars. So last week I saw this bumper sticker stuck in traffic on North Roosevelt. I was in my car and snapped a picture not knowing what I might do with it. The sentiment left me cold but the bad grammr was deliteful. Get used to it indeed. So from the bad grammarian on the Boulevard I started to think maybe there was an essay in there somewhere. And a short walk in the parking lot in front of Kmart gave me the notion that perhaps I was right:Bit late for that one but this one below seemed timely enough:Or if you prefer a more ecumenical message I've seen this one around quite a bit:The one human family motto gets mangled from time to time and sometimes quite nicely (with apologies to the Stop sign which makes this one not strictly speaking a bumper sticker):The Almighty is apparently presumed to be quite the reader according to the flock driving cars on Earth. Here's another one rendered less apocalyptic by the smiley face:On the subject there is a rather peculiar habit in the Keys of sticking the names of the recently deceased on the back of their vehicles. I'm guessing its a Cuban thing, though they aren't exactly well equipped in the car department on their island. Cubans in Key West make up the shortfall:
The other Key West thing is those chickens, which some people like:And some people really like them:Or perhaps not:

I used to like this one a lot, but now that I work for the dominant paradigm perhaps I shouldn't?There are lots of anti-war stickers around town but this one is less frequently seen. I got the impression the vehicle owner was a military guy judging by the other more boring stickers on his Suzuki:And there's this oldie but goodie which serves almost any purpose you could imagine:A little nihilism never hurt, and these days quite a few consumers are wondering what the point is:
Might as well do it in the Keys, I say. This next one I have no clue what it means, but it sounds Canadian, cold, and most likely painful. Curling with attitude perhaps?:I've never heard of some sports, silly me, but others seem designed specifically for Key West:
Lets not forget old Key West landmarks that provided sport for drivers:The Tunnel was nothing more than a drive through convenience store on North roosevelt Boulevard but they got a lot of mileage out of those bumper stickers.

This is another of those out of town stickers that makes no sense unless it succumbs to those obvious obscene overtones that must have been intended surely?This last was a 51st birthday present. How do I know? Because it's on my Nissan, silly.

Thank you Bruce and Celia.