I like this one. The tie between “eat” and “hungry” works.

There’s an ick factor imagining a middle class American using a sign that’d also be a good fit for people who are literally starving. So that leaves me unsure. But this is certainly in the right spirit.

Ooooh, but the other uses of the sign increase plausible deniability.

The feeling behind the finger is simple and sufficient if directed toward the fascist/racist, but wouldn’t work to show solidarity to others; it’d amount to the California Howdy.

“Fee speech” is a serendipitous typo. Or maybe you meant it. First I’ve heard it, anyway.

First glance at the thumbnail made me think I was looking at an old pickup truck with a desert camouflage blanket over it.

Speaking of driving, that could be a protest measure. Super simple, super legal. Just obey all traffic laws, stay to the right, AND always drive 5 below the speed limit.

Sure it could elicit gunfire, vehicular assault, stalking. But the rear view mirror theater will be to die for.

Mackerel

Fun fact! The official name for that holiday is Washington’s Birthday.

I don’t know the story behind its label of President’s Day but on the federal reserve’s website it shows:
“Washington’s Birthday (President’s Day)”

(sideways)

The lone unitalicized initial letter in the name bugs me inordinately

Any cat lover who hasn’t seen George Carlin talk about cats should do themselves a favor and look it up. YouTube link

He spun that house around 180 degrees, I’d be eepy too.

The Web invaded Mainframe
Sprite and virus battled side by side,
Attempting to reclaim the city
from the rift which opened wide.

But Megabyte betrayed Bob and
he threw him deep inside the pit.
The pit was closed and Bob was hosed
and all that he could say was “Nooo!”

Without Bob to protect us
we thought we would have no barrier,
From he who would infect us
except Enzo, which was scarier,
The city shivered terrified
from fear of the Infector’s touch…

“I guess your fear was verified, I wasn’t a protector much.”

(I guess our fear was verified, he wasn’t a protector much)
(I guess our fear was verified, he wasn’t a protector much)
(I guess our fear was verified, he wasn’t a protector-ector much)

It wasn’t Enzo’s fault at first
he only was a little Sprite,
At best he was the worst but then
he slowly learned to do it right,

And just as he was getting skilled
a Game came down he couldn’t win,
I thought for sure they’d both been killed,
first Bob then Enzo, not again!

(And just as he was getting skilled a Game came down he couldn’t win)
(She thought for sure they’d both been killed, first Bob then Enzo, not again!)

I went from Game to Game
I aged, I grew and lost my innocence,
I soon became enraged by each
and ev’ry bad experience,

The Sprite you knew was gone
I had become a grim aggressor man,
I knew from that point on
that I was truly Bob’s successor man.

(The Sprite we knew was gone, he had become a grim aggressor man)
(He knew from that point on that he was truly Bob’s successor man)

I met up with the Webriders
and took the form of Interface,
I joined my gun with pirate swords
and sailed the seas of cyberspace,

And when at last the pair of us
were fin’lly reunited guys,
Our shouts of joy did blare because
we really were delighted guys.

We soon made tracks to Mainframe
so our friends could reunite with us,
We made it back and Megabyte
was waiting there to fight with us.

When Bob went face to face
to face to face with Hexadecimal…

…his chances for survival shrank from small to infin’tesimal.

(His chances for survival shrank from small to infin’tesimal)
(His chances for survival shrank from small to infin’tesimal)
(His chances for survival shrank from small to infin’tesi-esi-mal)

Bob helped to defragment my head
while Matrix fought with Megabyte,
I thought he’d wind up dead
but Matrix put up a terrific fight.

I’d dreamed of this each lonely night
of doing in that virus trash,
But just as I had won the fight
he engineered a system crash!

(You dreamed of this each lonely night of doing in that virus trash)
(But just as you had won the fight he engineered a system crash)

What Megabyte had hoped to do
was cause his death to crack us up,
I gambled on the User to ReBoot
and thereby back us up.

It worked! We all were born anew
and rid of things barbaric,
And now we’re back together,
Ev’rything’s alphanumeric!

(It worked, we all were born anew and rid of things barbaric)
(And now we’re back together, ev’rything’s alphanumeric)

And now we’re back together,
EVERYTHING IS ALPHANUMERIC!!