In the warmth of the post-Election glow, if I may inject a short infusion of pragmatism: with all the billions spent on campaign literature, signs, advertising, and campaign events, how is it that there's never enough money budgeted by anyone's campaign to pay for the pick-up and clean-up of lawn signs in the days after they burst your pretty balloon and taken the moon away?
Tale of two days near where I live in Norwich: a major intersection of two highways where traditionally, on the Monday before the election, candidates and their supporters cluster and hold up their campaign's lawn signs as commuting motorists whiz by in, and towards, every direction as the lawn signs are waved and horns get honked (or vice versa, for all I know).
Join me now on that same corner, same time of the afternoon-but yesterday when all the laughter has turned to sorrow. The only thing out there was a few lawn signs as opposed to the forest in the days previous. Meanwhile, the other lawn signs, the ones in front of houses that neighbors are surrendering because they can't afford to stay and have no place to go to, will wave in any breeze at anyone.....
-bill kenny
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