Politics Are Ugly

It's getting ugly over here.

Last week, a couple of McCain lawn signs went up in my neighborhood, which inspired me to get my own McCain sign.

Apparently those things are like congress bailout plans. They're everywhere, but actually nailing one down is nigh impossible. My friend Q and I had to go down to our republican hq and practically beg for them. Since last week they've changed their groveling policy, and are giving a sign to anyone who's willing to go down there and make 8 phone calls, which I think is a better plan, but honestly! You'd think they'd be passing them out on street corners around here, the way things are looking.


I live on a corner, and I proudly jammed those little prongs into my lawn last week, only to watch the neighbors' kids run over the sign with their little motorized two-seater car. Lovely.


(Really, I never wanted to be the mean old lady who doesn't like the neighbor kids, but they are constantly running through my flowerbeds and they drive me nuts. Also there are about 300 of them that live on our street.)

(I'm blaming it on the fact that politics make people mean.)

That was when the email hit the fan. Apparently our Vietnamese rooster friend across the street has never connected the fact that The Brain is the HOA president, because he sent a raging email demanding that the McCain signs be taken down throughout the neighborhood, especially that bent one on the corner which is such an eyesore.

He got a polite email reply that informed him that Colorado law specifically allows political signs for 45 days before the election.

Even though he thinks it's incredibly tacky, he then threatened to go get his own Obama signs. Which I would LOVE! It would make some new targets for his kids and their little car. At least they might play on their own lawn for a change.

(See?? Why would I say that? Clearly it's the politics talking.)

Anyway, Obama signs are apparently a little easier to come by than McCain signs, because they've appeared throughout my neighborhood in large numbers in the past couple of days.

Rooster Man does not have one in his yard, yet. I guess he might have caught on to that target thing.

I've considered going door to door to people who don't have signs and asking them if they'd like one, but I think our neighborhood is polarizing itself quite nicely already, thank-you.

So this morning I did the only thing I could do. I one-upped everyone by putting out my American Flag. Hey. I'm not above using the flag as a weapon. I've LONG been the only house on my street that ever displays a flag on patriotic days.

And I'm nothing if not patriotic.