I honk at protestors to show my support, and also tell them to get the fuck out of my way.

“Enjoy a life of poverty. Become a poet.”

“If love were a glove, I’d wear it on my foot like a goldfish in a silver mine. …”

“I’m hypoglycemic and squeamish and liable to pass out at the first sign of bloo…”

“Blankets could be used to make perimeter walls, to keep out an invading army wi…”