Some asshole stole my Bernie Sanders yard sign last night.

That’s number eight.

I’ve got one more around somewhere.

I used to have a trunk full of them.

I would knock on your door, some crazy forty-year old guy, with shaggy hair..

You’d tell me that you were planning to vote for Hillary Clinton, we’d talk for 15 or 20 minutes and at the end of our conversation, I’d get one of those signs out of my trunk and we’d plant it in your yard and you’d be excited about it.

I take no credit for this.

It wasn’t like I was some great salesman.

I just memorized the facts and had a conversation and my new friend just came to the logical conclusion that Bernie Sanders was a much better candidate than Hillary Clinton on every level.

In fact, once you had heard the gospel according to Bernie Sanders, you were kind of embarrassed that you had ever even considered voting for Sillary.

If I was at all effective in converting souls to Sanders, it was because of the religious-type fervor I felt for the absolute righteousness of Sanders unflappible ethics, which filled my body with energy that radiated from my eyes, like that of a newly baptized person born in the deep South.

And yet I was an atheist.

I gave so many of those signs away…

And now I have one left..

Tucked away in a closet somewhere.

I will find it and plant it in the yard as a monument to my stubbornness and my absolute refusal to quit.

And when they steal this one, there will be no more.

We will have to go back to making them, like we did before the campaign centers opened and the website took weeks to ship them…

Carrie would take old political campaign signs, turn them inside out, and spray-paint over a Bernie stencil she made.

She would hand them out at debate parties.

Our house was full of amazing new people for a solid year.

What an odd turn of events for me, the paranoid, who didn’t really like people, to fall in love with so many strangers.

What a beautiful thing for people to open their homes to my children and I, to feed us, to provide us a place to rest, all because we had one incredible thing in common.


Perhaps the sign-thief was trying to help me move on.

Perhaps it was a misguided gesture of compassion.

Maybe it was some ignorant Trump supporter who thinks that Democratic Socialism means that you can take whatever you want from whoever you want, so he thought he was being witty by teaching me a lesson, when I already knew that the world was full of overconfident morons with boundary issues, so no lesson was learned.

Or possibly, it was a Hillary Clinton supporter who was eaten up with guilt each day, as they drove past my sign and were reminded of how their choice to be WITH HER was condoning lying and cheating and murder and everything else that is bullshit in this awful/awesome world and my sign reminded them that supporting this cheater of Democracy meant they didn’t have the moral authority on any issue, ever again, for the rest of their FUCKING LIFE!!!

Or perhaps the wind blew it away…I don’t know.

But I’ve got another one.

Number nine!

And I’m going to put it out tomorrow morning.

Because I’m completely in denial and I plan to stay that way for the rest of my life.

I refuse to accept that the world is a shit-hole.

I refuse to accept that evil wins.

I’m going to be 80 years old and still have some form of Bernie Sanders sign in my yard and the kids in the neighborhood will call me Old Man Sanders and tell legends about me.

And I will do things to encourage the legends, even though I’ll still be like a super-nice guy and all..

But I won’t want to disappoint them, so I’ll play screaming sounds out of speakers in my basement and let spider-webs grow all over my house…maybe wear an eye-patch…I don’t know, but whatever kind of stuff creepy old guys that live in haunted houses in the year 2053 do, that’s the kind of stuff I’ll do.

The kids will dare each other to steal my Bernie Sanders yard sign and each time they do, I will make an even scarier looking Bernie sign and one of the kids will double-down on the dare and say that “if you sleep with the stolen sign under your mattress then Old Man Sanders will appear at the foot of your bed…”

Then another kid will say..

“You guys are stupid. The man who lives in that house isn’t named Bernie Sanders. He just likes Bernie Sanders. Don’t you guys ever read cyber-books on your ocular implant?! You know the way our world is today? With the flying cars and no war and everybody being fed and loved and living to be 500 years old and terraforming other planets and bending space/time and with statues of Neil Degrasse Tyson, Bill Nye and Carl Sagan everywhere? Bernie Sanders was the guy who started all that. Before Bernie Sanders human beings were tore up from the floor up.”

And yeah, in the future, kids are going to say “tore up from the floor up.”

I know that no one has said that in like ten years, but it’s going to come back in a YUGE way in like forty-years, so remember that I predicted that.

So anyway, I’m putting a new sign up.

Number nine!

To remind me and everyone else who sees it..

That this isn’t over.

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6 thoughts on “Someone Stole My Bernie Sanders Yard Sign

  1. I was the singular Gore supporter in a 500 home subdivision in bossier city Louisiana..I had gore signs that framed my yard like a fence..people actually took pictures as they went by..felt like I was in the zoo..or the last free thinking person in my zip code..


  2. What about instead of making a campaign style sign, you make a wooden one, maybe even one that resembles the campaign style sign but is made of durable, permanent, anchored material? It’s be kinda like those thermoses that are made to look like paper cups.


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