Blindfolded Santa Hanging From Noose At Home Upsets Neighborhood
Yeah, I know…no one wants to put up the same old Christmas display year after year after year. Yawn. Boring….
So what’s a creative person supposed to do with his Christmas display…especially when your options are rather limited because you happen to live in Miami Beach? Well, if you’re our latest DUMB@$$, you string Santa up- literally. Yep, the kids are just going to LOVE this one. ‘Course, the neighbors might not be so amenable to pushing the edge of this envelope.
OK, so Stroia’s version of Christmas is a bit…over the top. Then again, you certainly can’t take points off for a lack of originality, eh? Clearly, this is a DUMB@$$ who knows the true meaning of Christmas…or not….
A large blindfolded Santa hanging from a noose from a high tree in a man’s yard has angered homeowners in a Florida neighborhood, according to a Local 6 News report.
The Santa doll, which neighborhood children can easily see, was put up by homeowner Ron Stroia at his home located on 555 West 50th Street in Miami Beach, the report said.
“It’s just wrong, I mean who would want their children to see this, and it reminds adults of lynching,” neighbor Estelle Farnsworth said. “It’s just nasty, there is no spirit of Christmas in this.”
The Santa also has his hands and legs bound by some type of wire….
Since the display was put in the tree, neighbors have called police to get it removed, but officers said there is nothing they can do because the homeowner is protected under the First Amendment, Local 6 News reported.
Stroia would not talk with reporters, but did say by telephone that it’s his right to display the Santa whether neighbors like it or not.
Ho freakin’ ho…and Merry F——-g Christmas….
Yessirree, this reminds me of Christmas at the Cluth house growing up. Mom and Dad would be in the living room, hooking the nipple clamps up to a car battery. With the bamboo shoots and waterboard nearby, Christmas morning had all the excitement and tension of a long night in Abu Ghraib. Then, after a spare breakfast of gruel, stale white bread, and curdled buttermilk, Dad would strap us into “the chair”, where he would run ever-increasing voltages through us, stopping only when our eyes bugged out and our bladders released. Ah, good times…good times….
I imagine that Christmas in the Stroia househould is much like it was for me growing up. Yes, the neighbors didn’t exactly fall all over themselves in acceptance of our manner of celebration, either. I guess true pioneers are often ahead of their times. Either that, or they’re complete DUMB@$$E$….
