This license spotted in West Hollywood begs a few questions. If obtained during the heat of an “I love Obama” moment, does the owner now drive around with a tinge of regret, like someone who thought getting a tattoo of the ouroboros permanantly inscribed on her lower backside was a grand idea? Or, as my friend suggested, is the owner of this car a pastor? Or did The Little Engine That Could, with a newfound sense of confidence, swap its preferred mode of transportation? Perhaps the most pressing question is: Who was lucky, or unlucky, enough to get “Yes We Can:” completed vowel version?