Another encounter today... brought on by this:
![](http://www.notinourname.net/graphics/store/not-our-prez-sticker.gif)
... among other bumper stickers.
She was 71 yrs old, with silver hair, walking w/a cane. As I got out of my vehicle, she came over, pointed at the sticker & said, not verbatim, but pretty close, "You know, I can't stand to look at him. I can't stand to look at his face. When he comes on the TV, I get so mad, I could punch it. I have to turn it off. I have a sister who voted for him. She thinks, excuse my language, and I shouldn't say this because I'm a Christian, that he shits ice cream. She goes to church every day, yet she supports these hooligans, she defends everything they do. What's Christian about that? I won't even talk to her anymore. A friend at church said she wished she had a sister... I told her she could have mine. My brother hasn't talked to her for five years. If my father were still alive, he'd have some choice words to say to her and to that hooligan in the White House, and all those hooligans in Congress. I want them all out before I die. I'll be out campaigning for the Democratic presidential candidate, arthritis and all, even if I'm in a wheelchair by then. And I'll be waving my signs over by the freeway, too. By God, we're gonna get them out."
This lovely woman made my day... "By God, we're gonna get them out."