Since the redrawing of the Congressional districts last year, I no longer live in Congressman Matt Cartwright’s district. Cartwright is everything a congressman should be–intelligent, able to work across the aisle, and a decent human being. Since I live close to the border of his district, and since I had a few old yard signs, I put one up on the right-of-way about three miles east of my house five days ago.
A day later someone pulled it down and left it on the ground. I stopped and put it back up. A day later it was on the ground again. I put it back up. Today it was wadded up, shoved into some bushes, and the metal sticks were gone.
I picked up the sign, got new sticks, and filled a bucket with chicken manure. Tomorrow it goes back up with chicken shit all around it on the ground and the top of the sign thickly coated with Vasoline. In a way I am hoping that the sign destroyer does it again.
If someone would like to fund a trail camera of the type people use to take pictures of wildlife, let me know. I think you can buy them at Cabela’s. That’s my next step. After that, it’s land mines.
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