Next to littering our highways and byways, or tossing a cigarette butt out the window of your car, I find nothing more revolting than a rash of political signs.
Everywhere you turn, left, right, or straight ahead, don’t matter. Signage along the way is creating an eyesore. I’m not the only motorist who feels thisdisgruntled. Perhaps you do as well.
I know what you’re thinking. Does a candidate need five signs clumped together in one spot — so blatantly obvious that if a moose were there, you wouldn’t see it?
Okay, being realistic, I may condone one sign on someone’s lawn if that’s being politically correct. But an entire surge along the way — no way. If you’re a jogger who smells the roses, guess what? You’re catching a whiff of signs first.
Actions appear to be speaking louder than words, especially in sign language. Or so our aggressive campaigns are suggesting. What they don’t realize is that signs reveal rather outlandish and wayward thinking.
The other day, I was driving along, keeping my eyes on the road. On one side was a bevy of signs promoting some guy for governor in New Hampshire. I’m only there because I have a summer place in the Granite State. I could care less whether the guy’s name is Smith or Popowicz.
All I know is this. It’s taking me away from the beauty of our intended environment. It’s bad enough we see signs promoting businesses. Or trash by the side of the road. I cannot tolerate even a carcass in the road.
In my travels are boats and cars for sale, billboards that promote everything, and a general outbreak of obtrusiveness. On the spiritual side, God didn’t intend for his earth to be a stomping ground for refuse and commercial overtones.