3/01/2007
I Hate Yard Signs
The Lady Friend has a theory regarding politics that a lot of it is just a bunch of people who like to hear the sound of their own voice and are just looking for the perfect slogan to chant. It’s a theory which I hardily subscribe to (and not just because she’s sleeping with me.)
This issue has led to a slogan which just sounds almost perfect: “Our Parks Are Not For Sale!” You can almost hear it being chanted, no? Which, eventually, lead to this:
This is the sign in our neighbor’s front yard.
It’s nearly a fucking billboard.
It angers me, every day, that it’s the first thing I see when I walk out my front door. It angers me even more, every fucking day, when it’s the last thing I see before I walk back in my front door.
(Also, they’re not your fucking parks. And they are for sale. Progress and all that.)
And so, in two weeks, come St Patrick’s Day, I am going to get blackout drunk and run through it, like a sprinter running through a finish line, smashing it into thousands of little self-riotous pieces. I can’t wait.
(And in case you were wondering, no, I truly have nothing to write about this week. It blows.)
This issue has led to a slogan which just sounds almost perfect: “Our Parks Are Not For Sale!” You can almost hear it being chanted, no? Which, eventually, lead to this:
This is the sign in our neighbor’s front yard.
It’s nearly a fucking billboard.
It angers me, every day, that it’s the first thing I see when I walk out my front door. It angers me even more, every fucking day, when it’s the last thing I see before I walk back in my front door.
(Also, they’re not your fucking parks. And they are for sale. Progress and all that.)
And so, in two weeks, come St Patrick’s Day, I am going to get blackout drunk and run through it, like a sprinter running through a finish line, smashing it into thousands of little self-riotous pieces. I can’t wait.
(And in case you were wondering, no, I truly have nothing to write about this week. It blows.)
Labels: Seriously I Hate Yard Signs, Stuff You Probably Don't Care About
