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Came home to discover that a campaign for a local senate race had planted two signs on our lawn, so far as we can tell, without anyone's permission.

I can understand the temptation. Our house is conspicuous as hell, thanks to the paint job, and it's right along a major road.

My comprehension does not make me less annoyed. This is my house! It is not a billboard, unless we decide to make it one. It is certainly not a billboard for people who don't consult us.

I called the campaign office and vented to their answering machine. This was unsatisfying. I wanted someone to answer the phone and promise to hunt down and smack the campaign worker responsible.

I have become the bourgeoisie.

I am part of something I can't even spell.