These rotten fucks who live here are trying to intimidate me, and hopefully, readers of the Squidbag are already pretty well informed as how well that will work. Today, after Max and I attended the lovely fair at Christie's school (we just go to fairs, now - I'm hoping to get paid for it soon) he and I went home for a while to let Christie do some work at school. We were home napping, for two hours, during which time it got dark.
Under the cover of darkness, some cowardly prick stole my fucking Kerry/Edwards sign and replaced it with two ('cause, you know, they have a bunch left over) Bush/Cheney signs. It's like that scene in Pulp Fiction, - it would have been worth them doing it, if I could only have caught them doing it. Smash their fucking heads in with my shovel, and that's when I'm in a good mood. Anyway, this is the second time something like this has happened, the first being when someone tore the Kerry sticker off of Christie's bumper.
This proves one thing conclusively. As much as I might want to, I would NEVER take down someone else's yardsigns, tear off stickers, and plant shit they didn't want on their property. So we're better than they are. These are proto-humans, lower than whaleshit, and they call themselves Republicunts, or something like that. Don't feel guilty if you hit one with your car - it's not like they're people, after all.