This is what I looked at for about 20 minutes.
I support our troops. I do. Great folks. Freedom, etc...
And I even like me some gallows humor, which often seems to confuse people in my social media sphere, but I strongly suspect the last thought I'd have as a piano fell out of a window upon me would be: Heh. Well, of-@#$%ing-course.
But I find a matte-black Range Rover with a vaguely threatening sticker just a little too loud for cool, too deliberate for funny. It all had the sort of weird insecure, over-compensating tough-guy vibe I usually associate with martial arts instructors in strip malls.
I will tell you this: when they saw me taking a picture over the steering column (in dead still traffic - don't worry, Ma) they immediately changed lanes and got away from me, proving to me once and for all that people who shoot other people from vast distances are really huge scaredy-cats afraid of a camera phone from a guy with a Donald Duck doll hanging from his rearview mirror.
If you're going to play it loud, I don't really know what you expect. We're all going to just be blown away by how bad ass your truck is? That you're a sniper? That you don't need corrective lenses for driving and you have a fetish for an un-resellable paint job on your very expensive car?
People are silly. Especially our snipers.
Now if I can just get them some black Truck Nutz.