My wife Kim had to run errands this morning and took the truck. On the rear bumper I placed a sticker I got in the mail that says, "Support the Troops - End the War". This her account of running into a zogtard at the gas station:

Today I went to get some things done and then on the way home I stopped for gas. At the shell it's down to $2.99 a gallon!

So I pull up to the pump and hop out and start messing with the pump (I miss full service NJ and Stan usually fills up the truck so I am a bit slow here) and another car pulls up behind me. It's a grey small SUV. I don't pay much mind to it, until I hear:

"Anti-American BITCH!"

I whip my head around and there stands Bob McEveryguy, standing about 5'6", wearing some grey slacks and a white short sleeved shirt. I say to Bob, "Are you talking to me?" Bob replies with yes he is talking to me with the bumper sticker (which says "support the troops, end the war").

I reply with a laugh at first, and then remember he just called me a bitch, and then replied with "well at least I didn't vote for a war mongering retard". This set Mr. McEveryguy into a frenzy.

I was assaulted and told I was a communist, and that I shouldn't be a citizen and other insults about my supposed political and social leanings.

I threw back words like cokehead, mouth breathing war criminal, zionist tool and the fact that GWB is not MY president.

He said something about how I would want the country to be full of pot smoking hippies and I said that I'd prefer that to sending our young men to die in the Middle East in a war we don't belong in.

Mr. McEveryguy got very hot under his collar, he was red in the face and very angry. I on the other hand was laughing at him, and the lady on the other side of the pump from me joined in the fuss, calling him a disgusting little man, a bully and nasty. As we traded insults, Mr. McEveryguy started losing it as this other lady and I were insulting him, mind you all this time I am filling my truck with gas, and he started walking towards me. I told him if he came any fucking closer to me I would soak his moronic ass in gasoline and set him on fire. He stopped, naturally.

I put $40 in the truck which took all told about 8 minutes. The entire time we were basically screaming at each other. People at other pumps were watching. The lady kept nicely insulting him where I was just going at him because well it's just not so nice to start a conversation or even a debate with calling me a bitch. As I started wondering if I should leave the truck unattended while I went in to pay, Mr. McEveryguy paid at the pump and ended the argument with "People like you make me think the future is doomed" (or something lame like that). I retorted with "People like you are the reason every other country in the world hates America". He told me to go fuck myself and I told him to go choke on a jew cock and he drove off, feebly attempting to peel wheels in his front wheel drive grocery getter.

I wonder if he woulda been so bold if Stan was there instead of me? I somehow doubt it.

I love my wife!