The “Cat People for Harris” sign is cute.  I don’t deny that.  But if I see one more of them I’ll scream, even though I’m a Cat Woman for Harris.

My neighborhood has more political signs than people.  That’s not possible, you say.  Oh no?  If there are three or four signs on a lawn, and two to four people in each house, it turns into a silent pep rally you can’t escape from. 

Most of the signs tout the Democratic candidates. Short and simple:  usually just a name.  Other sentiments are frenetically, erratically expressed:  STOP FASCISM, WE ARE INVESTED IN OUR CITY, WE STAND BESIDE PLANNED PARENTHOOD, SLOW DOWN CATS GEEZERS …. 

Walking past these endless signs, you descend into nihilism. Yes, the names of the Dems are all very well, and they got my vote (I voted early), but what do they stand for?  No signs declare: GREEN ENERGY,  FUND THE LIBERAL ARTS, END ALL WARS, VOTE FOR GUN CONTROL, CLASSICS NOW…  How about a sign that says, TIME’S UP:  YOU’VE KILLED THE PLANET!

No, you can’t say that. How about: CAT PEOPLE FOR THE PLANET!

We decided to vote early this year.  It’s not to avoid long lines:  we never have long lines here.  It’s because I was tired of the eternal pep rally of the signs. Now I’ve voted, it’s behind me, I’m ahead of the curve.  The signs will disappear along with the Halloween talking skeletons and mini-gravestones. 

Fortunately, we knew the names of even the lesser Dems from the political signs on the lawns. So. The signs are good for something. 

Hope for the best, expect the worst, as they say in Mel Brooks’ movie, The Twelve Chairs.  

There is little hope that the electoral college in this state will go Democrat, but our votes might help elect a Democratic senator.