Change You Will Believe In, Damn It
Coming upon my car this afternoon in the Short North neighborhood of Columbus, Ohio, I found this magnet affixed to my car. I didn’t put it there.
What an odd activity, and what an odd time to engage in it. I mean, hey, this is a swing state and all, but really, we’re three and a half years out from the next presidential election. I’m still twisting my brain trying to figure out how this came to pass. Did a supply of Barack Obama car magnets being shipped into the state in preparation for the next election cycle fall out of a cargo plane on the way to the airport, wafting down across the city? Was some ex-Obama supporter looking for a place to put her old car magnet but uncomfortable with the idea of a trash can? Am I a sleepwalker nursing some suppressed joy at the Obama policy record? Or is this a freak convergence of billions of infinitesimal quantum probabilities, leading to the spontaneous generation of an Obama magnet out of nothing but the arrested decay of virtual particles?
Or is it you? Did you do it, you rascal, you?