I Want to Fling Poo At My Neighbor’s Trump Flag
Keep my neighborhood nice!
I have lived in my house for almost all of my life and have known my neighbors since I was about four years old.
Of course, over the years, some people have moved away and some have died. However, within my immediate radius, we are mostly hardcore old school Our Towners. As I have done, a few of us have bought into our parents’ homes and built multigenerational dwellings.
My neighborhood is a “good” neighborhood. Good schools, low crime, solid middle or upper middle class folks. We aren’t exactly Mayberry but it’s a good place.
In my eyes, it’s ideal: close enough to New York City but decidedly very suburban. I can easily walk to two nature preserves but I can also walk to three supermarkets and multiple restaurants. I am a ten minute drive from the ocean and if I head in another direction, it can take me just as long to hit some farms and wineries as it would to get to the city.
We are also a high cost of living (although our salaries tend to be higher) and high taxes (got to pay for the goodness somehow!).
There’s a new neighbor and he has decided to introduce himself to the neighborhood by hoisting a stupidly huge Trump flag in front of his house.
