The other day I was waiting at a crosswalk and passed the time by reading the numerous offensive bumper stickers on a Teabagger SUV idling a lane over. It was the usual Kenyan, fascist, socialist, gun-taking, communist, rmoney, crap you see all the time in my Red State. After I got the sign to walk I immediately stepped in a pile of dog shit. Although these offensive messages usually motivate me to action, I think the universe had translated the figurative to the literal for me in two easy steps. It was also a reminder to me to keep my eyes off of the teabagger gutter and on the reality based gutter.