The strangest phenomenon of this political cycle is that there are no bumperstickers. Well, you might see an errant Bernie sticker but it blends in with all the other commie stickers, like so:
Otherwise, around Houston, Texas, at least, I’ve seen no bumper stickers of any kind. I’ve seen no yard signs. I’ve seen no nothing. You know the empty eerie town after the apocalypse? This feels like the eerie town before the apocalypse.
In nature, the birds get quiet and all the other little woodland creatures make themselves scarce or your dog freaks out before the tornado or earthquake or impending doom. That’s how it feels to not see any bumper stickers. Even the human mammals are going silent and running for cover.