Oiling point

ILLUSTRATION by BOB AUL

I was driving down a residential part of Anaheim Street, under leafy trees on a foggy morning before the newspapers had even hit the street, and I saw you, you little scamp, ratfucking someone’s brand-new Ford F150 by applying a brand-new “BUSHCHENEY04″ sticker to his or her brand-new bumper. I wonder if the owner was struck, as I was, by the brilliance of your guerrilla attack—connecting the purchase of an oversized truck to an administration whose singular achievement is a bollixed war for oil in the Mideast and an economy driven to earth by the collapse of credit—priceless! You genius! Wait: You were joking, right? That wasn’t your own truck, was it?

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