Bumper Sticker

So I was pulling for McCain but I seem to be taking the election results much better than I thought. I assumed I may have to be dragging my body around school; on the brink of tears from simple hellos as people were passing by. But it’s a load off just to not have to think about elections for awhile.
I’m like Humpty Dumpty after the big tumble from the wall. But just leave me in pieces on the ground. I’m enjoying the rest.
My car still bears a McCain Palin sticker on its bumper like a tattered, defeated flag left on a battlefield after the surrender’s been called. I was initially worried that my car was going to have to suffer some sort of attacks because I made it carry that sticker. I imagined people gouging their keys along the side panel or worse yet, maybe a crazed Obama fan might fly off the handle and take a sledge hammer to my back windshield. As much as I love my car, I made sure I envisioned that I was not present when this vandalism was occurring. My imagination started turning out bits and pieces of possible major motion pictures after I started thinking more and more about what I might have to endure.
Sadly, nothing happened to me or my car although I have suspected that other drivers might have been a little more reluctant to let me cut in their lane during traffic. But there’s no way to tell what their motives might have been.
But now the stress over the McCain Palin sticker has turned to more of a practical nature. Like how do I get it off? I’m not needing to appear as though I’m holding desperately on to the past. I’ll go socialist along with the rest of the country. Solidarity forever. I just need to get this thing off my bumper.