Supervisor Delgaudio stopped by the house yesterday and he and Mama decided to play a trick on me by him calling me on Mama’s phone. Fortunately for me, knstead of saying some endearing name I usually say to greet her, I decided to answer with “Yes, Boss” and glad for it. Although Mama didn’t get the intended reaction she was looking for (the scoundrel) I was able to save face…..THIS time. What Eugene was doing was being a good, supportive GOPer and making sure that those he knew had yard signs up for the candidates. I usually get mine from the medians of the highways since 100 signs in 50 feet is a bit much to my liking (ALL of them are a bit much to my liking on the roadways–nothing has changed). Then a couple things hit me.
The first thing is my supervisor is always out taking care of business and kmows that what he is doing affects us locally directly. That I didn’t have a longer, personal chat with him makes me sad but I do have his number when I need things addressed. Second, although I have seen some “walkers” and only surmizing that they were “Dem pushers”, they bypassed the house. Might be the Gadsden flag I am flying at the time. Yet, other than the devout liberals I know of, no yard sign affiliation as was seen in ‘08. I already know that people like the Doorbell Queen have been turned off by this administration not being LEFT enough and refuse to door knock for Obama. If this administration moved anymore left, they will have passed way beyond Hawai’i and ended up in North Korea. I think there is something more to it than that. You see, liberals will never use the “wrong” word because it makes them lose face, as well as choke, like on a mouthful of dry pancakes. But even though they won’t SAY the word, it doesn’t mean people can’t tell how they really feel.
Eugene knows I’m fair and opinionated and he puts up with me. In turn, I appreciate the things he does, both noticed and minor, for his constituents. I needed those signs to show I care. What readers here need to do is buy a liberal a cup of tea so they don’t have to drink the kool-aid. In turn, that shows you care. This will make all involved happy, save face for some, and allow us to install a government that is better than the one we have now. Yard signs help. Thank you, Supervisor, for being there for me.