Back in late 2000 (maybe a month or so before the election), I was leaving work when we were all trapped at the intersection of Eighth Ave & 57th Street because the rapist's motorcade was coming through on his way to a 'rat fundraise on the Upper West Side (Harvey Weinstein's penthouse, I believe). For some reason, his car paused at the corner where I was stuck and when he looked out and smiled, I took the "Bush 2000" bumpersticker from my bag (I got it when volunteering for the campaign) and held it up for him to see. I glared and his smile disappeared.