guerilla.
today was a day… mostly good.
so there i was, earlier today, working on a violin (sound post issue..).. i take a break, step outside for a moment, then duck back in to do a toilet. when i return to th porch there's a little baggie with all the flyers for all the state/city and presidential candidates inside hanging on my doorknob.
this meant war.
it wasn't so much the flyers themselves… we've been getting these things for a while… and i've noticed that for the most part, it's the republicans spamming people's porches… i think that everyone is entitled to their opinion, and everyone is entitled to do volunteer work as they see fit. what got to me was the cowardice. cowardly hanging these little baggies on the doorknob with no intention of discussing any of the candidates with the people they're trying to sway…. even when the person is home. i got shaky angry, how dare they spam my house?
"is the republican HQ for lexington still in palomar center?" i asked.
muppet looked at me and said "i dare you to take that baggie back.."
"i will!"
and, so's to not let that foul baggie of propaganda touch another doorstep, i got a pen and began to mark on each of the candidates' flyer the second-story to the bullets they had listed (i.e. "Supports the war on terror" after which i would write "by using our state $ to rent himself bodyguards because he's afraid the terr'ists will kill him"… that's true, by the way. Sen. Jim Bunning is brick-shitting paranoid about terrorists.)… oh, and i put a evil-guy moustache on W. i also included a little note in the baggie which read:
Dear Republican HQ-
please keep your political junk mail to yourself.
-e.
P.S.- four more wars.
putting all this together, i then took the baggie down to rep. HQ. i wasn't expecing anyone to be there, what with it being, you know, the LAWD's day, and all. to my surprise it was indeed open. so i opened the door into the bunker of the enemy. inside was apple-esque posters of W, and lesser made posters of the local candidates. there was a woman in her 40's in there indoctrinating people about the wonders of the leader chosen by… well… by some force, i suppose… she had Derby-Day type nice clothes on with fancy jewelry and such. i (in my overalls, blue hair, piercings, etc) stand there for a minute and take in what she's saying, then we make eye contact, and i shake my head at her.
"you droppin' something off?"
this wasn't the sweet-looking (albeit politically confused) woman in front of me.. no.
this was the fat bulldyke looking bitch at a desk behind her. i'm not being biased based on politics here, this woman had more fat than Oleo, poorly dressed, and was fairly rude as well.
"yes, actually," i say, "i have something here…" (i approach her desk) "i'm giving you back your flyers, because i (for one) don't appreciate your party vandalizing my property with junk mail."
i plop the bag down on her desk and walk away. as i'm openeing the door the (fat) woman snarls: "vote Bush"
without missing a beat, i spin around (in front of the aged woman, and the people she's indoctrinating), look at the (fat) woman, and say rather loudly: "Not in this lifetime, sweetheart."
it irritated me.
i'm not one to put signs up in the yard, or wear buttons, or sticker my car for elections, but those Bushies really did it to me this time. from there i went to the store, got canvas board, stakes, and a BIG fuckin' Sharpie and went home. made signs, thus:
4-tunate son
+ 4 more wars
————-
H8'd by the world
My Kids
will PAY $
for Bush's
Mistakes.
got out the glue gun and attached the boards to the stakes and put them out in the yard.
AARRGH! it's the willful ignorance!! the fact that these people think they're chasing the american dream if they follow their president's every word with a "halleluiah!" they live in a dream world, right there with him!
i don't go so far as to say that i hate republicans, i don't. what i hate is extremes in any party line, because what begins as one good idea blossoms into many ideas that don't co-incide with reality.
eeergh. yaaahhhh. uuuuurrrrrrrrgh.
