The Bureaucracys Hilarious Taste in Automotive Expression
Seriously? You’re telling me we have a government body dedicated to rejecting people’s personalized license plates? It’s peak absurdity, folks. A monument to bureaucratic overreach dressed up as taste and decency. Apparently, the collective sensibilities of this panel are so exquisitely refined that they recoil in horror at something as trivial as “IBPOOPN.” I mean, who wouldnt want a plate like that? It’s memorable! It’s… evocative. Clearly, it speaks volumes to someone out there.
And BRICKED? Is this an insult to construction workers everywhere? A commentary on infrastructure? No, apparently its just… inappropriate. What are we supposed to do, slap generic alphanumeric sequences on our cars and pretend we all blend seamlessly into the beige wallpaper of societal acceptance?
It’s a delightful exercise in power projection, isn’t it? You want a little flair? A tiny splash of individuality on your four-wheeled transportation device? We decide if youre worthy.” It’s just… breathtaking. The sheer commitment to crushing the spirit of creative expression is truly inspiring (in a deeply irritating way). I can only imagine the meeting: “Absolutely not! That might offend someone!” As if anyone even notices, let alone cares, what your license plate says.
I suspect these reviewers are secretly thrilled when they get to shut down a perfectly good vanity plate request. It’s their little moment of authority in a world that otherwise demands conformity. Utterly ridiculous.
