I have to wear a blindfold to walk the dog, lest I see the lawn signs.
They're so seductive. So effective.
You base your decision on an issue after a consideration of the arguments, you interrogate your own positions with a skeptical eye -- but then you see a small placard on a lawn and, whammo, you're whipsawed into a maelstrom of doubt.
That color! The choice of typeface! The blunt command to vote contrary to my opinion! Must -- not -- look --
Resolve -- slipping -- away --
You look around for a lawn sign that reinforces your opinion -- there! A block away! You can make it! Press on -- but no! No!
More signs from the other side! Look away, lest your deeply held beliefs melt like cotton candy in a hot summer rain! Think of Ulysses, lashing himself to the mast, stopping his ears with wax so he couldn't hear the Sirens' song. Maybe if I just look at the ground.
Is there anything more effective than a lawn sign? You say: Of course. A chain e-mail from a relative with 33 re:re:re:re: in the subject line. Those things are devastating.