Upon returning home from a morning of errands recently, I noticed a sign on my front lawn, extolling the virtues of a local independent candidate for an upcoming election. This struck me as odd for a couple of reasons.
First of all, I NEVER "advertise' whom I am supporting in any political race. Politics and my political support are something I generally keep to myself. Election day, casting my vote, is my way of expressing my support. Secondly, this gentleman did not ask the permission of the Man Cave Dwellers to put his sign on our property.
Therefore, I remove the sign, pegs and all, and proceeded to fold it neatly to place it with our recycling. From across the street, I saw someone come running and holler out "I'll take that thank you!". If it wasn't the local independent candidate himself, not doubt posting more signs on unsuspecting lawns throughout the neighbourhood. He ask for his sign back, stating that he was well within his rights to put it up, as the part of the lawn he claimed on was deemed "public property".
I begged to differ. My explanation consisted of the fact that:
1. Since I maintain it, it's mine.
2. He didn't asked for permission, as his competition had (and I politely declined).
3. The Man Cave
He persisted with his public property angle. I persisted with my political philosophies and things were going nowhere. Finally, I'd had enough. He became more assertive in his stance, so I did the same. I told him to "get his fuckin' sign off of my property", and to "take a hike". (You play with the bull, you get the horns) He stepped back, said that there was no reason to get angry, and I repeated my stance. He saw that he was not going to succeed here, so he said to me that he "didn't need my fuckin' vote anyway".
Off he went to pedal his rhetoric. And I went inside and had a wonderful lunch. If he can't handle me, how the hell is he going to handle the pressures of office?
Sometimes you just need to spell it out for them.
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