Today, I was behind a car driven by a fascinating person. A fascinating person who supported Bernie Sanders, has the extremely brave belief that people of all religions should coexist, and has a rescue dog, but hey, who REALLY saved who? How do I know this? Because this guy had a car plastered in bumper stickers. I hate bumper stickers and the people who love them.  I practice what I preach. The back of my car is a blank canvas, save for a UCF parking pass that gave me the privilege of not being able to find a parking space at America's biggest university. I don't understand what people are trying to accomplish with bumper stickers. Why does the person driving behind you need any personal information? Why would you want them to know anything about you in the first place? No one cares that you have a dachshund. No cares that you voted for McCain in 2012 No one cares that your kid made the honor roll.  You shouldn't;t want your car to look like its i...