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The other day I found a Ron Paul bumper sticker in my glove box.  I intended to put it on the car, you know, when Ron Paul was still running for President.  I guess it got put away and never found its home on my back window. My daughter was with me as I went to put it on the back of the car.

KD: You’re actually putting a sticker on your car?

RD: Yup.

KD: Is that who you’re voting for?

RD: Unfortunately, no.

KD: Why not?

RD: He’s not running in the election any more.

KD: Then why are you putting his sticker on your car?

At this point, I don’t remember exactly what I said, but it was something about subscribing to a particular set of ideas about how a government should operate and what its role in the lives of its citizens should be.  I was trying to use words she might be more familiar with, but my attemps were pointless.

KD: Huh?

RD: Because I like him.

KD: Oh.

Then she walked inside the house like she understood everything perfectly.  I guess if you like a guy, it makes perfect sense to put his sticker on your car, even if he withdrew from the race 2 months ago.