@Linkat,
Linkat wrote:
But if it wasn't for these horrid displays - what the heck would we talk about.
The thing is - do these people really believe this crap looks good or do they like the humor in ruining the landscape.
I think it can go either way.
My mother, and I'm saying this in the kindest possible way, had the most horrendous taste in, well. Everything.
More's the pity that she could have afforded nice things. She just really liked crap....and really thought it looked good.
Years ago, when I went home for a brothers wedding, my mother had gone on and on about some damn thing she had done in front of the house. It didn't surprise me when I got there, that her artistic expression had consisted of taking a plastic reclining deer, and one of those plastic swans with a hole in its back for flowers, and plunked them down next to each other, like they were in love. The crappy plastic flowers sticking out of the swans ass was really the cherry on the top.
Once she told me she had the front door painted this really beautiful color.
Oh yeah? What color mom?
"Oh, it's bee-you-ti-full. It's the exact same color as a Mylanta bottle."
I kid you not.
Personally, I would have gone with the pepto-byzmol