It’s amazing how people could transform the simplest things into something else.

Take, for example, the license plate. In essence, it’s your car’s ID, but it has also now become your personal road statement. Like a show-and-tell masterpiece. More than tell the car’s alphanumeric code and the issuing state, a license plate can show someone’s story…

An invitation to your territory.

Your take on issues.

Who you support.

Who you are.

Who you love.

Haha, do people really go around town with a kitty? Hmmm, this might be a cute way to say “Hello” to fellow motorists and curious bystanders.

I’ve just witnessed history unfold this afternoon. And, boy, how I wish to always carry that with me. You know, like the line of a poem that resides in your mind… that echoes in your ears… that looks you straight in the eye… that would have Mr. Smiley hold up that annoying L sign because I’m starting to get really yellow cheesy. But, ye, exactly that kind of impact.

It’s official. He’s now President Barack Obama. He who has been blessed (what his name means in Arabic) among men to rule the most powerful nation standing on the crumbling side of the Earth today. He’s my President and I trust he shall rebuild America. Oh, he said during the inauguration speech, that it’s we who’ll be doing that. =P

So as part of my commitment to supporting my President’s dream, I’ve decided to set aside some thirty bucks (as my pal told me) for this remarkable license plate. It’s symbolic of ex-President Abraham Lincoln’s Bicentennial 56th Presidential Inaugural and 44^th US President Obama’s entry into the White House. Imagine, for that measly amount, I’m gonna be traversing the roads with two freedom fighters on my ride. Freedom from slavery, courtesy of Sir Lincoln and freedom from (looming—please, no!) depression, I really hope, courtesy of Sir Obama.

When you see my two heroes rockin’ down the highway at full speed, take time to think of all the freedom you’ve so long enjoyed.