Monday, March 17, 2008
Free Speech In San Diego
Every once in awhile someone gets it.
They get tired of meetups and message boards and waiting around for the next organized protest or vigil, gamely hoping the local media will give them 30 seconds on the evening news.
They get tired of seeing their country run down, treasury looted and soldiers stretched to their breaking points while the liars get off scot free and the contractors just get richer and richer.
They get tired of living in a land of free speech where the only thing anybody sees is advertising. They get tired of listening to blowhards like Limbaugh and O'Reilly spewing their crap to millions while they're told to make do by writing to their congressman.
They get tired of being shown cages and being told they're "free speech zones" and they get tired of holding signs and getting hassled by cops simply for acting like Americans.
They get tired of all this and finally say to themselves "Y'know, that crazy fucker with the pickup truck and the overhead projector is right: the trick is to make signs and put them up everywhere - to say what we want, when we want, and wherever the hell we want to say it."
So they buy an overhead projector, paint up a bunch of cardboard and make a bunch of signs. Then they spend an afternoon driving around and hanging them up where people will see them.
Thanks to the freeways, at the end of the day they can come home knowing they've reached about a hundred thousand people, and they're tired.
But it's a much different kind of tired.