In which hb gets political, but only for a moment.

Today as we drove into town we were following a car that had one of those "I heart" stickers on the back.

I was somewhat taken aback to see that this particular sticker declared:

I HEART ALL BLACKS

I was surprised it didn't have an exclamation mark following it, so stupid was the sentiment.

Talk about taking things at face value. So to speak.

I was keen to have something to take my mind off our impending brake failure so I started working up in my head the little rant I was going to spew forth to a blissfully ignorant Grumpy, who was concentrating, quite rightly, on the traffic situation.

How can you heart all any group of people? Imagine if I had a sticker on my car screaming I HEART ALL WHITES?? I'd soon be dragged from my car and lynched - well, maybe in Canberra or Sydney. Here I'd probably be earmarked as a future premier. And you certainly couldn't declare that you heart all children, not in in the current climate.

I want to be free to heart or not heart people no matter what they look like. And to have it understood that I'm not out to get them because of what they look like or where they come from but because they are, quite simply, loathsome.

Then I began to change my mind. But isn't it this a good start? I thought to myself. How marvellous if one day we could all heart everyone. If we could all heart each other like brothers and sisters. Good on this person for paving the way with a message of tolerance, out there for all the world to see. There should be more like them.

The traffic light ahead turned red and we slowed to a stop (hallelujah!) behind the car. It was only then that I saw the tiny extra lettering on the sticker. It was only then that I saw what it really said:

I heart the All Blacks

"Bloody Kiwi scum," said Grumpy.