The Bitter Pill

I’m sick of ribbons. Some cars I see may as well fly a rainbow flag, there’s so many ribbons on the back of them — Pink, yellow, blue, red, and on and on…

The “Support Our Troops” ribbons remain relatively benign, I suppose. Whatever feelings you may have toward the misguided machinations and mendacity that got us mired in our middle-eastern mess, there’s no good reason to not support the men and women trying to survive over there.

And the ribbons for breast cancer or AIDS promote awareness for good causes.

But nowadays I see ribbons for everything. Particularly annoying are the ones for sports teams. Is your ribbon telling me I need to pray for the Kansas City Chiefs (maybe)? That they need my money? That their plight in the NFL is somehow comparable to a 19-year-old kid getting shot at in Darfur, or a woman who just had a radical mastectomy? Give me a break.

It’s not like any of these ribbons ever saved a life or righted one of the world’s wrongs, but when you slap one on the back of your Ford Escort to let me know “I love Bowling“, well, you’re just stupid.

So, if you support the troops, instead of slapping a useless magnet on your trunk, why not write them a letter. Maybe you could send some cookies or clean socks or something. I’m sure they’d appreciate it.

And instead of a pink ribbon telling me to “Find a Cure”, how about donating the money you could’ve spent on the idiotic ribbon to the American Cancer Society, because they’ve got a much better chance of finding that cure than a marginally bright writer/webmaster.

And for the rest of the proud ribbon-ers: knock it off. Please. Pretty please?

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