Remember that brownstone I told you about? The one Robert and I pass on the way to the park? The owners have decided to lend the neighborhood a little holiday cheer. (You can read more about "slay bells" and such here.)
Just so you know that I didn't make these freaks up.
No, Robert hasn't seen it, nor do I plan to show it to him. Too many questions to answer. Besides, since we've segued to the bike, he doesn't see much of anything he rides past anyway. All he concentrates on is running over detritus in the sidewalk and laying patches at stoplights.
LOD the hip, city-slickin' libertine couldn't care less about this; free speech is free speech, regardless of how pathetic and sick you are. But LOD the avuncular, concerned parent is really pissed off, because shit like this is as objectionable as burning a cross in someone's yard. So chime in, legal scholars: What can society do (apart from the obvious answer, vigilantism) when someone burns a cross in their own yard?