Don’t touch my sign
Some ruthless thief stole the sign I had in my front yard promoting the presidential candidate I support. (hint–it’s not Oprah or Paris Hilton.) It was firmly rooted into the grass next to my mailbox yesterday morning when I left for work but gone by the time I returned that evening. Even though we had “sideways rain” and strong winds yesterday, I know it didn’t blow away. And none of the competition’s signs were missing from my neighbors’ yards.That’s lame. I mean, I can understand cringing when you drive or jog by a sign for the other party in one of your neighbors’ yards but actually stealing a sign? That doesn’t speak well of the party whose members would stoop to such a juvenile tactic. Maybe it’s happening on both sides but around here, it’s pretty one-sided if you listen to the news and ask around. My colleague, who sits next to me in the newsroom told me the same thing happened to her neighbors around the same time.
It’s un-American. Isn’t America built upon the foundation of freedom of choice? What else is a democracy if not a polarized conglomeration of people who agree to disagree? I don’t touch your signs, you don’t touch mine.
I can’t wait for this election to be over and for my guy to have won already.
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