The Public Square
I took my time getting to work today and took a nice bike ride along the new path that has been constructed adjacent to the busway that will transverse the San Fernando Valley. Coming back, I coasted through the Civic Center at the Van Nuys Courthouse. I am always fascinated by the mass of humanity hustling in to do business before the courts.
There is a nut who is a regular there. In the past, he has had a sign that combines religious philosopy and politics in a manner suggestive of someone who is "off his meds". That sign has evolved into a gauntlet of about 30 posters, most of which are constructed in a cut and paste ransom note motif. The common themes can be summed up as follows: "Bush is a fascist and free our Palestinian brothers". Hmm. . I was understanding of his right to free speech and decided to exercise mine. As I coasted by, I looked him in the eye, gave a raised fist, and said "Long Live Israel". To which he provided a Steve Martinesque reply, "I don't think soooooooo."
There is a nut who is a regular there. In the past, he has had a sign that combines religious philosopy and politics in a manner suggestive of someone who is "off his meds". That sign has evolved into a gauntlet of about 30 posters, most of which are constructed in a cut and paste ransom note motif. The common themes can be summed up as follows: "Bush is a fascist and free our Palestinian brothers". Hmm. . I was understanding of his right to free speech and decided to exercise mine. As I coasted by, I looked him in the eye, gave a raised fist, and said "Long Live Israel". To which he provided a Steve Martinesque reply, "I don't think soooooooo."
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Good on ya, Stewdog -- that's a story that makes me proud to be an American.
Unfortunately, we have abdicated the public square to the homeless and the deranged. I would venture to guess that few will call this fool on his 'messages'.
That's not the public square -- that's their HOME, you heartless Rethuglican. And those people aren't "deranged;" they're the only sane ones, man ... the only sane ones in a society gone mad.
I'm sorry. I guess I need to pray to Our Lady Of Crawford for guidance (or is it St. Cindy. . or Mother Sheehan? I'm so confused).
Insanity as a sane response to an insane world. That is just soooooooooooo 60's. Put down the bong, and stop staring at your hands, KM.
Picture me picking up that huge tub thingy and crashing it through the window so that I can break free of the "insane" asylum and live the life that my courageous but now-cruelly-lobotomized friend encouraged me to live. To the accompaniment of some vaguely Native American music. While the rest of the inmates cheer my escape to freedom.
Ah come on. . Your marriage can't be that bad!!!
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