When it comes to getting down on Elon Musk, I was ahead of the curve. Back in October, before Trump’s second election, before DOGE, below Elon let his four-year-old son prance around the oval office, I decried the Cybertrucks that littered my neighborhood. Armored vehicles have no place in a society that proclaims to be civilized.

Now, of course, the whole world is recoiling from Elon’s shenanigans, and Tesla owners of all stripes are embarrassed by their contributions to this man’s bloated profits. Some sport bumper stickers asserting, “I Bought this Tesla before Elon Went Nuts,” as if petitioning for absolution. Some protest at Tesla dealerships, which our current administration considers a treasonous crime unlike, say, storming the Capitol. But this week I saw a new twist on Tesla owners trying to distance themselves from gravity of their purchase.

There’s a new angular monstrosity in my neighborhood, which its owner has camouflaged in a new way. They covered it with stick-on daisies. Yes, they put $3.99 daisy stickers all over their $80k+ truck. We’re talking serious lipstick on a pig. I have to give them kudos for making a ludicrous vehicle look even more ridiculous.

But I can already see, when the lipstick wears off, and the stickers peel away from the Cybertruck’s notoriously precious body, the shadows that will remain where flowers once clung. Which begs the question Pete Seeger asked seventy years ago:

Where have all the flowers gone?

Gone to Cybertrucks every one.

When will we ever learn?

When will we ever learn?