Someone finally wanted to argue with me after noticing my Kerry/Edwards bumper sticker this morning. Unfortunately that someone was a tiny older lady who was being very polite (though, of course, quite condescending as well), so I didn't feel quite right tearing into her the way I usually do with strangers who take whatever bait I've left lying around.
But when she got truly into the "I'm older and therefore you should accept what I say without question" phase, I calmed my need to fight by staring at her and thinking, loudly, "I am, right this very second, fantasizing about two men ripping their clothes off and going at it like greased rabbits. And it's a beautiful thing."
Not a political victory, but I count it a moral one.