You can only see two of the wheels, but trust me there are four.
Also we got a windshield and a grill.
Some lights.
That door on the side is how you get inside.
Walk up the steps and you'll find a driver's seat and a steering device (similar to the one in your car).
Take a long good look because being able to identify a bus is the first step to being able to tell whether or not you've been... well... another picture is in order:
This is what being thrown under a bus might look like...
...and suffice to say if you are reading this blog and you are not bleeding in some way or in a hospital room or currently on the phone with 911... well, you've probably not been ACTUALLY thrown under a bus.
Oh, and while we're clarifying things, THIS...
...would be a graphic approximation of being stabbed in the back.
Check for warm blood soaking into your shirt and searing pain between your shoulder blades.
Like with the unfortunate bus incident... we're talking a "gots to go to the hospital" situation.
I reference the above because as pissed as I am about the coming FISA debacle and as wrong-headed and small-minded I believe the current legislation to be, I also know the difference between things that are political and personal, which brings me to the tally for the latest FISA vote...
On one side of the aisle you have 128 people willing to fight for the constitution on the other you have 1.
On one side of the aisle you have a MAJORITY of people trying to defend the rule of law, on the other... what's the phrase for ALL-1? You know, like a gaggle of geese?
Maybe "A Pathos of Cowards" or a "Shame of Lemmings" or possibly a "Crisis of Moralputions"?
Don't think your friends treated you well? At least remind yourself what your NOT friends are up to.
Really... truly... now is not the time to take your ball and go home.
Its a time to take your ball and toss it through a few windows and start screaming.
Going home only means you're sitting alone... in the dark... on a couch... with a ball.