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Thanks, GEM. And thanks for the Barney pix. They're a riot.

Here in my part of NY State, there is absolutely no listing in the phone book for any Republican office, and I've been trying hard to get a Bush/Cheney yard sign. I finally smacked myself upside the head and realized I should call my congressman. His office said they'd DELIVER one to my house this week.

I plan to take it in every night to avoid having it stolen.

Now I have to go see if I have the small Bush/Cheney sign for my front door from four years ago.

Good luck trying to keep your sign...my grandma has had hers stolen 5 times. Its becoming kindof a running joke now, trying to imagine ways to keep them from getting stolen. (mostly involves electricity running through the metal stakes ;) I got this story in an e-mail...thought it was highly entertaining

"Dear Larry, "Last Thursday I put out one of my Bush/Cheney signs in my front yard. Between midnight and 3 a.m. someone stole it. On Friday night I put out sign No. 2. Since I didn't have to get up early, I thought my dog and I would "stake out" our sign. This time I put the sign a little closer to the gate leading to my backyard. With my dog on an extra long leash, I planted myself on a lawn chair and read 'Unfit for Command' by flashlight until about 1 a.m. Here comes the fun part.... I noticed that the car coming down the street was slowing down and pulling over to the curb right next to my yard. Sure enough, he gets out of his car and heads right for my sign. Just as he was about to uproot and desecrate it, I opened my gate and let my dog make the initial introduction. As he ran to hide behind the rear end of his car, I promptly moved to the driver-side door, which was still open. It was a fairly nice car with power everything and still running. While my dog continued to 'introduce' herself, I rolled up the window and hit the power door lock button. With that, I slammed the door, grabbed my Bush sign and headed into the back yard. "And now for the 'rest of the story.' About 40 minutes later, I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door to one of our city's finest... the Vancouver Police Department. The officer asked me what was going on and when I told him, he could not stop laughing. I followed him out to the perp's car and stood there while he asked the guy a few more questions. Upon learning that the guy lived a couple of streets down, I — knowing what was about to happen — asked him, 'Why do you have Oregon plates on your car if you live just down the street (here in Vancouver, Wash.)?' Larry, Oregon has no sales tax, so often Washington residents will buy and register cars in Oregon to avoid paying sales tax... it's a crime and the fine is pretty stiff. Here comes the best part.... The look on this guy's face told me he knew he was about to get busted. When the officer asked for his license and registration, the 'Democrat' mumbled that (his license) was suspended. Just for kicks and giggles I asked the officer if he smelled any alcohol coming from the guy. The officer looked at me, smiled and promptly gave him a field breathalyzer test. Guess what? You got it, he blew a .10, legally drunk in the state of Washington. "DUI, illegal registration and the brand of 'MORON,' all 'cause he hates Bush. "Sincerely, "John."