In Hallandale Beach: Common sense campaign laws and rules we ALL have to abide by, if, by ALL, you mean 99.99% of us -but NOT the Usual Suspects!

Above, the city complex monument sign on the S.E. 3rd Street (north) entrance to the Hallandale Beach Cultural Center. August 24, 2010 photo by South Beach Hoosier.

Above, campaign signs near the Old Dixie Highway (west) entrance to the Hallandale Beach Cultural Center. August 24, 2010 photo by South Beach Hoosier.

Speaking of common sense rules of society we are ALL supposed to abide by, if by ALL, you mean 99.99% of us -but NOT the Usual Suspects!- did anyone else with a pulse happen to notice the strange goings-on taking place on Tuesday, Election Day afternoon, within spitting distance of Hallandale Beach City Hall?

There, some folks that are well-known to this blogger and many of you faithful readers, were bending the rules about NOT placing physical impediments in the public right-of-way, by clearly confiscating/obstructing part of the public sidewalk between Hallandale Beach City Hall and the Hallandale Beach Cultural Center, where the county's polling booths/tables were located.
The THREE of them, Mayor Joy Cooper and Commissioners William "Bill" Julian and Dotty Ross erected -or, more likely, had erected for them- a LARGE tent over the public sidewalk -on the City Hall side of the road- with numerous chairs beneath it, so they could sit in the shade, catch-up on some light reading and occasionally stop, if not exactly waylay, any prospective voters on their way to casting a ballot.
No standing in the sun with campaign signs for them!
Fortunately, I didn't see any prospective voters in a wheelchair trying to negotiate the public sidewalk coming from HB City Hall and having to attack their redan, but then I didn't hang around for hours after I voted to wait-and-see because I had things to do.

So I voted and watched intently for about 15 minutes and that was long enough to see for myself that they were, indeed, blase about doing whatever they wanted, rules be damned.
The three of them just sat there, practically daring someone to say something to them about their incredible gall and clear lack of good judgement.

Rules?
What rules?
If I didn't know any better, I'd have sworn that they were channeling Brits in India during the Raj, forever complaining about the hot weather and their homesickness, but positively swooning about the quality of the tea!

I'll run the typically dumb-founding HB photos I snapped on my blog Sunday, but in the interim, if you want, you can email me your educated guesses and I'll tell you whether or not you're correct.
And as always, please, no wagering.