Honestly, if I didn't already own an SUV, I'd go out and buy one. While I'm at it, I might grab a Big Mac and fries, shoot a deer and run over a war protester.
Not because I love SUVs, but because the recent Kafkaesque assault on SUV drivers has just about exhausted my legendary sensitivity reserves.
First it was the "What would Jesus drive?" campaign positing the notion that SUV-driving is a sin second only to stoning pregnant rape victims. Next Arianna Huffington