Promoting a candidate, supporting a candidate, campaigning for a candidate is all good and part of the election process we enjoy in this country. When overly zealous people digress to property destruction and criminal behavior, the fervor has trumped logical thought.
This is never something either campaign generally condones: mostly because the end result is almost always that it just energizes the other guy’s base while demoralizing your own. Even though I am strongly in support of free speech, there are days when I wish they’d just ban all political signs… just so I could stop hearing endless pathetically stupid stories about people being outraged that their signs were stolen. Anyone who claims, like this guy does in the article, that he’s shocked or that this is new, is completely full of shit. This goes on just about everywhere during national campaigns.
Of course, I should put in a partisan dig: unlike the head of our campaign, the head of BUSH’s campaign is a man who has, in the past, staged things like this against his own candidate in order to make the other side look bad. Indeed, it’s looking more and more that this is the case in the Tenn “Bush/retarded” poster: Republicans trying to smear the Democrats by framing them with a negative attack.
I had a dramatic increase in stranger-dog poops in my front yard when I put up my Kerry-Edwards sign. Then a few days later my Kerry-Edwards sign was stolen.
Therefore, Pro-Bush people should stop being assholes.
Although I’m pretty well against banning anything, I might be OK with the banning of political signs–but for a different reason. For at least a month after this election is decided, and quite possibly all the way until Christmas, I guarentee we’ll still be looking at these signs. Neither candidates local contingents, who are putting these signs up, are apt to care to take them down when they’re no longer needed. I’m not talking about private citizens who put signs in their yards, but the signs that appear every 50 yards on any public roads. To me, after the middle of November, this is littering, and it pisses me off after every election (local elections, as well. Actually, the locals might be worse.)
I hope I’m wrong here, but I haven’t seen an election yet in which this isn’t the case.
Let’s face it, the people that committed these acts of vandalism were probably young and absolutely stupid – possibly not even of voting age, probably no more than 23 at MOST. If they weren’t defacing pro-Bush signs and properties, they’d be messing up church signs or trying to steal Bob’s Big Boy. I’m guessing that the political angle is just a convenient excuse to act like a jerk. The medium – vandalism – IS the message.
When I was in college, a friend and I found it necessary to fill a bong at a holy water fountain in St Patrick’s Cathedral. Why? Because it was there, of course. (No, I do not mean a baptismal font, either. There was an actual water fountain near the gift shop that purportedly dispensed holy water. I guess the priests blessed the pipes or something, since they were not there to bless the water as it came out of the spigot.) At any rate, we felt quite daring and wicked and original. We were not, of course, but we did feel that way. At that age, offending people’s sensibilities seems the height of humor. :smack:
Or, if you live where I spent many years, there’s a particular strip of one road, complete with grassy median, that’s pregnant with the stuff. In some places you can’t see the grass for the signs; I guess some people figure that if you missed the first 9 signs to vote for Mark Warner, you won’t miss the tenth or the twentieth.
Oooh! Do you know where they do that? I’ve wanted a full sized Big Boy statye all my life, if they just want the fun of stealing it, I’ll pay them to “abandon it” on my property! (J/K. Mostly)
I always wanted one of them and now they aren’t around here anymore and the only way I’d get my wife to go along with it so I could get the keys to her van is if I promised to leave it on her cousin’s front porch but I want it for myself.
Really, the thrill of being obnoxious was the best part of the experience for me. I’ve never been a huge fan of marijuana, but felt compelled to do my bit for adolescent (okay – post-adolescent) rambunctiousness.