So much to say so little time. Turned (you) out! Get out of our house! Here’s three voters who helped vote you and your fat ass out. Backwards, you got it all backward. You did not win. And this time around we were paying attention and were ready. No amount of cheating or your version of an alternate reality can make it anything less. And there is an excellent chance you will be indicted and convicted and be LOCKED UP! Delicious!? It’s another day, the collective nightmare will end and ‘barr(s)’ will have a new meaning in your pathetic life. Oh, did I say? I did not vote for you either. Today is the eve of “eviction.” This is a real post not a wish or fantasy. Do you know/can you guess – how much we will miss you?
In the middle of the end of impeachment trial in congress… someone let their feelings be known. We live in a republican neighborhood. Trump signs are common. Good. It’s nice to see. Obtuse? You bet. I polled my only republican friend who’s not paying attention and doesn’t give a shit. So, I was as uninformed as before. … November’s coming. … and game of thrones has never been so apropos.
We don’t frequent this beach. It’s crowded and touristy. I don’t need to be here. So we stopped on the way through. Just to look. It’s honky. You see neat stuff. Don’t curse. Oh, and you are not allowed to bathe bare chested. Well, that would be if you are a woman.
Don’t get me wrong. I got nothing against bare chests. Some people just shouldn’t…. It was chilly that day. But there are always those who insist that the weather is better than it is.
This poor guy was playing his guitar sideways. He needed a better speaker. He had no audience. No one who passed, paused. Maybe he was just practicing for the summer crowd to come?
You can fool some of the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all of the people all of the time. Just when you think it can’t get worse, you realize that a serious mistake was made. Things never felt right since the election and inauguration. Things feel right; well, a bit better.
It’s not over by a long shot. People still believe in 45. But they were always a minority. Each day becomes a little more desperate. Just because Fox says “it is” doesn’t make it so. There is no fake news. It is what it is. Platitudes. But the truth is becoming more apparent with each passing day. One news show opens with, “Today is Day 432 and counting” as though the count will end at some point. We are getting nearer and nearer to the Day of Reckoning. We don’t need no stinkin’ yard signs to tell us which way this one’s going. Pack your bags.
Do you suppose they might pass gun control laws if they took away security at the Capitol and the White House? You know? Replace it with the same security they have at the school. How long will congress put up with the same security like the kids in Parkland or in any other public venue near you? You should have equal security and equal healthcare to congress. Why not?
Well…what a nice segue! (see yesterday). Back in October I posted the picture of an old building and its old signs that would soon be covered up forever. Now it is/has been… The old signs will not likely be seen again. Maybe a hundred years on, it will be repurposed and we might see beneath the veneer again. It’s another instance where I got a picture that will not be available to be recreated again. Different place, different time. No one spoke up. The signs were covered up without fanfare. It happens all the time. History is lost…but not forgotten.
3-D symbolism is pretty rare any more. McD has its golden arches. But the Sinclair dino? I saw another 2-D flat sign for Sinclair in the city. No appeal. It’s like jingles. No one advertises with jingles any more. Remember, “Brylcreem, a little dab’ll do you…” They still sell it. Wow!
The bigger the cross the more religion? Or, my “***” is bigger than yours? Driving across Kansas it’s a competition. You see religious signs exhorting you to come to Jesus. And there are signs from the “right to lifers.” The other side also has a say. Billboards offer adult toys. There are the occasional humorous signs. I almost am tempted to stop.
This was an old car garage. Comet? Hmmm… my lifetime, but I don’t remember the car. It was an offshoot of Lincoln Mercury. I guess the building is due for demolition or to be re-purposed. The old sign won’t be there much longer. It’s hard to look at signs along the road and not be suspicious. Politics have crept into the core of our lives.
Here are some recent signs I’ve run across. Old brands are fun. You may remember some. Or not. If you are certain age, then this is silly stuff. Someday you will have your own history to recall. Hey! These are such old signs that some of them are meaningless to me too.