It started with a joke that didn’t feel funny for long. One license plate, six letters, and a single photo posted online turned a quiet Nevada commute into a national argument. Within hours, strangers were dissecting a driver they’d never met, assigning motives, demanding punishment. By the time the DMV revoked the plate, the story had outgrown the car, spilling into a fight over free expression, decency, and who gets to draw the line. What looked like a trivial novelty suddenly felt like a mirror held up to us, exposing how fast we turn people into symbols, and symbols into battlegrounds, until the original moment is unrecognizably shre… Continues…
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