Election Season In The Land Of The Moonbats

The problem with moonbats is that they are actually 24/7 creatures.  They don’t sleep.

Out here in flyover country, just the same as in most of the United States, we are in the the midst of the run-up to local elections.

In my ‘hood, the Land of the Moonbats, that means yard signs have sprung up faster than buttery dandelions on Miracle Grow.

Every time a national election happens, the phrase “All politics is local” comes out of somebody’s mouth.  Mmmm…no.  The contest currently underway is local.  The issues being argued are not national or international in scope at all.  They only affect those of us who live here.  And after decades of Moonbat control, it looks like the tide might well be turning.

HALLELUJAH!  (Oh, wait.  It’s Lent.  Praise to You Lord, Jesus Christ.)

See, the Moonbats in question are a combination of a few very specific left/liberal stereotypes:

• The 60’s do-gooder and the dynasty she spawned.  (I think we are on her grandchildren now.)
• The hippie/60’s and 70’s radicals who used to run the combine at the Food Co-op.  (Pretty sure more than dried basil and oregano were in those spice mixes.)
• The college professors who teach at the local and getting too big for its britches university and their wives.
• The idiot who used to own a great bookstore and ran it into the ground by offering piss-poor customer service.  And his wife.
• Former local officials who think they still need to be involved despite the residents kicking them out of office some years ago.

In multiple cases, more than one of these descriptions fits any number of moonbats.
(Not kidding about the old lady with the dynasty.  She’s gotta be close to 90 by now and still works the polls.)
Not really being in the loop with this crew since I no longer work at the pool and the weekly get together for the ladies occurs during the hours on Sunday morning when I am at church and their other main regular social event is City Council Meetings, in order to determine who gets my vote, it is necessary to figure out who the moonbats are endorsing.  And vote for the opponent.

Under the cover of exercising the cute and charming tyrants who rule the house, I set out to meander the sidewalks of my subdivision trying to get a handle on the green signs vs. the red signs vs. the blue signs and automatically eliminating any name that appeared on a lawn with “Instead of War, Invest in People.”  (Have to think twice about the same names appearing on a lawn with “Support Religious Liberty”.  Although, they’re pretty much hippies, too.  Good Catholics with a lot of kids, but hippies.)

As expected, the same set of signs graced the lawns of the households committed to moonbattery, even as the occupants’ ages are advancing to the point that a number have died, and one couple retired back to where they came from.  Another couple are in assisted living…yeah, they just are all getting up there.  (And their houses are usually a mess by the time the restoration crews get into them.)

At any rate, THIS year, what is interesting is that the a-political among us who have been neighbors for some time, are in a “throw the bums out” mood.

• There is a write-in campaign complete with yard signs for an undeclared candidate for mayor.
• A neighbor who is a small business owner and has never been involved in ANYTHING political other than being a subdivision trustee is running for a ward seat.
• The local police and firefighters are actually endorsing the challengers, despite the beautiful, brand spanking new firehouse they got courtesy of the Obama “stimulus”.  (It really was needed, but the case was never made well to the people to get the bond issues passed.)

Even the school board race has taken a back seat to the actual city hall jobs – and school board races have been known to get big name people arrested for trespassing when they steal yard signs they don’t like.

Yes, it is election season, but the cops and firefighters have NEVER, and I mean never, gone door to door with materials financed by the union local endorsing specific candidates.  No candidate for a City Council ward seat has ever launched a website as part of an election strategy until now.  The interior decorator down the street does not make a habit of having “a glass of wine” afternoons in his house for politicians, and yet we are all invited.  (May go just to get a look at what he did to that house.)  (Seriously, he’s lived there almost 40 years and through the windows, it looks like Mad King Ludwig’s bedroom.)

This is really interesting.  Throw the bums out.  In moonbat central, where the leftists have been in control for decades.  Where part of the allure of the neighborhood is the undisturbed, historic, early 20th century brick houses on tree-lined avenues now marred by 24”x 36” yard signs.  In the yards of the very people who fight against anybody adding on to their houses if the addition does not match the architecture.  (Actually, I agree with that point.)

Something is in the air.  Maybe it really is an anti-incumbent year.