Wednesday, December 30, 2020

Sign Language

I am so sick of those Black Lives Matter lawn signs all over the place! Every time I drive past one I have the urge to plow right into it. They are especially irksome here in Maine where there are so few black people, and it's likely the sign-posters don't know any. When will those signs go away? Do we have to see them forever, or will they disappear with the pandemic when we stop being so afraid of death?

Then, here in Maine, there are those big red heart signs, usually seen on the same lawns, although many of the heart-sign people don't single out black lives; they just love all people, one must conclude, and that surely includes black people. For just 21 bucks you can buy one online and tell the world how loving you are.

Best or maybe worst of all are the signs that proclaim, "Hate Has No Home Here." Like hate resides in all the other houses in the neighborhood that don't have those signs? Then there are the ones that cover everything -- it's like a whole paragraph and you could have a car accident slowing down trying to read them -- something about Love and Black Lives Matter and Immigrants, and more. I want nothing to do with those people.

What we need is a sign that says, "Take the Time to Find Out Who I Am." I may have one of those made and put it out front. 

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