Older citizens remember how President Johnson worked to remove billboards from highways and how much his family’s broadcasting company increased in value as a result.
Junior Marxists have again decided that we shouldn’t be free to put up more road signs on our own property. As Scripture says, “The dog returneth to its vomit”.
One reason for prohibiting signs: Junior Marxists hate the thought of someone putting up billboards pointing out their many, many failures:
“You are entering the Village of Big Hoot. Ten million dollars was spent on its beautification and infrastructure. Since then, six businesses closed and there has been a 17% population decline. Wells and septic tanks are now illegal, and no one can afford tap-in fees.”
Such successes make Junior Marxists rejoice. If people don’t have the right to use their own land for legal purposes, their land is worth less. Then, Junior Marxists can buy it cheaply. They want all the land there is for nature reserves, conservation easements, parks, trails, precious watersheds (is there a watershed that isn’t precious in your yard?), scenic vistas, game lands, national forests, state forests, flood protection, and anything else that justifies taking property from private citizens and puts it under Jr. Marxist control.
In any county, in any month, dozens of Jr. Marxists are planning more ways to “help”. They live to meddle. God, alone, knows why.
Those who try to love our neighbors, rather than tax them, can’t understand the dark desires that drive Junior Marxists to add to the vast wastelands they’ve already made out of formerly productive properties. If we question them, they use the very same words that Senior Marxists used when machine-gunning helpless Ukrainians, “It’s for your own good.”
The only problem with any economy is that too many elected officials lack the courage to keep Junior Marxists from taking working peoples’ money and wasting it on hare-brained schemes.
The Junior Marxists’ latest lie: “If we get rid of road signs, we protect rural vistas. Then, throngs of rich, cash-spewing tourists will drive here from adjoining states. They have a pent-up desire to spend their weekends driving from one of our state’s exotic towns to another and spend lots of money in each one. Really, they do.”
Jr. Marxists’ superstitions are on an intellectual par with the Hopi Indians’ belief that specially choreographed dances would cause rain to fall. Deserts follow such thinking as surely as the night the day.
