Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign

The flowers are blooming, the lawns are greening, and candidate signs are multiplying faster than the bunnies killing my grass. The bi-annual political infestation is in full swing.  As we enter the latest chapter of patronizing pandering, one should ask themselves, is this freedom OF or FROM choice. The billboards, the yard signs, idiotic commercials, street walkers (anything for a vote) and the phone calls.   I teeter between apathy and anger over our current political state.  Our system is irreparably broken.  Our choices are between bad and worst.  Our voices, the few times we wake from our collective stupor to use them, are not heard.  I love our country and what it has stood for.  Our American Dream is being stolen one piece at a time, now in big chunks.  Change happens.  Are we to be catalysts or victims of it.  You decide.