Someone stole my dad’s Trump sign, help me plan the defiant return

So my dad bought some trump signs, one of them a 4’x8’. He put them up on our property.

Last night someone stole the big one. It was attached with zip ties.

Look, my dad is a bit of a grump. We don’t see eye to eye on a lot. But this...this is an offense. They trespassed and stole from my retired dad.



So, I’m thinking, 8’ tall 4x4’s. 8’ long.
A frame made so they can’t pull it down. 4’ rebar driven into the ground on the A-frame, wrapped in razor wire.

Is it overkill? Because I’m not a sign guy. But...whoever you are, mr sign stealer...frick you. I will come down on you with the fury of a thousand suns.

If you tear my dad’s sign down I will spend whatever amount of money to build one twice as high and twice as big you lowlife piece of shite.

If a man expressing his support of a presidential candidate irks you...to the point that you trespass and think you stealing from him is gonna win some game...you are in for a rude awakening.

Because as Much as the old man and I don’t get along, we had the first adult conversation in my 30 something years about how you can’t say anything but the leftist shite without some proggie getting pissed. We saw eye to eye about it and had a conversation as men. And he chose to show his support. Knowing the consequences.

And you wanna steal from him? You wanna deprive him of his free speech?

Game on, fricker. I’ve got a crew. I’ve got tools. MAGA.