My guess is those shades will go down after the first time Crazy Lady shows up at the door.  But they’ll probably just join in with the rest of the neighbors to sit around and share “boy, is she nutz!” stories about her.

I am so happy I don’t live on a block where people Google each others names looking for evidence of Obamabot writings.  Is it just possible that the new neighbors didn’t see the Hillary signs (long, long, long after the elections that they were) as the symbolic throwing down of a glove to anyone who moved in?

I find it funny she still considers herself “on the left” given the “socialist/Marxist/OMG” rhetoric she’s got going on over there.  Cognitive dissonance is nothing new to PUMA, I guess.

I can almost empathize—since I have the same issues with a narrow, 10-house street that idiots in Audi TTs whiz down for the thrill of a two-second glimpse of Riverdaughter’s masthead; a whistling, listing steelworker’s life-box flanked by 500+k Pavilions of Affluence; and the occasional arrival of a New Scary Stranger who might harsh my vibe and unbalance the blue and yellow orgones.

The difference, I think, is that I am sane enough to work the “crazy” perception, without actually embracing it.

“Kool-Aid evaporates from their blood”

Second grade science class.
I have nothing else to add.

One of them is a writer. I googled this person’s name and I found Obamabot language written by this writer.

Yet another trait PUMAs and GOPers share: They’re dumber than dirt but they think they’re smarter than everyone.

Apparently it did not occur to this troglodyte that her neighbors-to-be might do a little googling of their own and find this rantoid.

Edited after correcting caffeine deficit. - HTP

I fully expect another rant next week, when she realizes that her new neighbors will treat her exactly like the old ones did - like a registered sex offender.

Wow, what a welcome wagon care package those folks are going to get.

One large pot of bitter brew.

Two copies of Coulter’s latest book.

Three wise men, errr, women done in figurines—Porthos, Athos and Aramis crudely re-painted to appear as Hillary, Harriet and Hambeast

Four more years of Hillary signs

Five—copies of five separate lawsuits brought by the birfers

Six Lords a-leaping to be at the beck and call of Hillary

Seven dwarvish intellects

Eight balls on fire ... (seriously, don’t laugh, it’s the latest gag gift, burning balls)

Nine silver spoons representing the easy road of privilege Obama had getting to the White House

Ten commandments of opposition to the Indonesian, Manchurian (talk about geography), commie-symp-pinko-Mooslem-usurper

Eleven discarded delegate ballots from the debacle in Las Vegas which were scooped up as evidence (to be presented later) of Obama and his supporters documented fraud

12 cans of Bitter Brew, a locally made pale ale combining the best ingredients including a fine whine, hysteria hops, bitchfuckmotherfuckershitfuckgoddammitwhatthefuckhappaened barley and lynching lemon flavor.

Howdy, Neighbor!