Death of a Race War

There has been a microcosmic race war going on on the Verizon box a block up the street from me for a year or so. It started out with "[poopy] spics go home" or something, which got crossed out, then some slur of another flavor was added and crossed out, until it was a full-on three-way hate-fest, with contributions from and offerings for each of our three biggest ethnicities. I wish my pictures had come out better - some of it was really rich.



Perhaps Public Works should have taken care of it. Lord knows they had the Christmas wreaths up before Thanksgiving. Maybe they aren't allowed to clean up Verizon property or something, I don't know. I suppose that makes the most sense. Anyway, I got tired of it and today Maggie and I went to the hardware store.



In conclusion:



And that, as they say, is that.