Rights are extremely inconvenient things. If you keep them in a drawer without food, exercise, and nourishment, one day when you take them out for a fine stroll on the town you will find that instead of being robust with a thick coat of fur, happy and healthy companions that you can turn on enemies in a pinch or use to get you through the day, you find instead that they are emaciated, tired, twig-legged, and all their teeth have fallen out.
What’s worse, when you snap them off the leash and say, “Run, rights, run!” they stagger and stumble and you end up having to carry them to the vet, a sad looking guy in black robe who often pronounces them either dead or seriously impaired. There’s nothing worse than thinking you’re the proud owner of a right that dates back to 1789, an heirloom enshrined in centuries of jurisprudence and vigorous exercise, only to learn that you’re the keeper of an empty, toothless, saggy-dicked principle that has one foot in the grave and the other in a nasty opinion written by Justice Scalia.
Yes, it’s a shock to have some ignorant, mean, ‘roided out lardass who rode the bench on the JV football squad, a peabrain who’s now packing a gun, cuffs, tazer, radio, and mace, a barely literate boob who drives a patrol car loaded with a riot shotgun and is backed up by helicopters, a SWAT team and dozens of similarly armed brethren, and to have that guy pull you over while you’re riding your bike and write you a ticket for doing something that’s perfectly legal.
Pretty galling, because there you are in your underwear flexing your pot belly as you’re reaching into your back jersey pocket to whip out your rights and have them eat this asshole’s lunch and he takes one look at your puny, underfed, under-exercised, long-ignored rights and flicks them off into the ditch.
Then he writes you the ticket and goes on his way. “Tell it to the judge,” he sneers as you desperately try to pick up your sick and feeble rights and sic ’em on this lawbreaker.
And the question is, what are you going to do about it?
Some people will pay the ticket. Some people will complain on Facegag. Some people will get up at 4:30 AM and write what they hope is a clever blog. Some will hold a small ceremony for the dead rights, take up golf, or excoriate college students who dare to insult the flag.
Me?
I’m going to take out my puny, shaky-legged, underfed rights and give them some exercise. They may be sick, but they aren’t dead. And I think that given their genetic makeup and their Constitution, with some vigorous exercise and some healthy time out on the town, they’re going to come roaring back.
The tentative dates for this rolling rights protest, which will take place at the city office in Malibu and then proceed down PCH all the way to the Santa Monica Pier, are April 5, April 25, or May 9. I’m in the process of obtaining permit information from the city and will provide updates once a firm date is confirmed.
The protest will demand that the city instruct its minions at LASD to stop harassing cyclists, it will demand that the LA Sheriff’s Department stop its policy of writing bogus tickets to cyclists, and it will also call for the implementation of political change: Instead of having to fight every harassing ticket, we will start the process of finding a new candidate for sheriff who will take action against these lawless deputies.
My rights may die anyway. But they won’t die without getting a bit of vigorous exercise first.
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I would like to exercise my (ahem…) “right” to vote for May 9th (I am one of those Easter celebraters…) and would eagerly support the protest.
Waiting to hear back from the folks in Malibu. I’m sure demonstration permits are really high on their priority list.
Why do you need a permit?
You’re funny! If you hold a demonstration in LA without a permit it will be broken up and you will be arrested. The city of LA has a very strict permitting code for those who wish to criticize the government, and your event will be broken up and you will be arrested if you try to hold it without the proper permits. The constitution has changed dramatically since the 1970’s, and again since the Occupy movement. I take it you haven’t been out exercising your rights to freedom of assembly lately?
America! Fug yeah!
Go get ’em!
Would someone please give me a flag to wrap myself in? And a bible?
Sez it all
You’re one step from Critical Mass.
Except I’m neither critical nor massive.
Independence day.
http://youtu.be/f-beyMTEBys
Which is often a lot like Impotence Day.
One of your best rants ever!
Why, thank you! I did spend a good half hour wiping the spittle off my chin.
Coming from a country without a constitution that is effectively feudal, I plan to join you in your quest on my trusty steed of carbon and my suit of shining plastic.
Nice. And we had a constitution. Once.
Are you going to try to fix stupid? Good luck with that. I didn’t realize Malibu had windmills.
More like exercise stupid, i.e., my own.
I’m in wanky🚲🇺🇸
Rocking!
I’m in! Hitching up boombox trailer now. Call me Critical Ass.
Hahaha, some NWA perhaps? Again…
No, it’s got to be Cher!
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5FM5Akcjraw&w=560&h=315%5D
Cher is coming. So to speak.
Just got a note from PayPal. Thank you very, very much!!
Now shirt just got real.
B-there or B-square.
But whatever you be, don’t be craven.
As much support that 2500 miles and 2.99 can give you, I throw your way.
That’s quite a bit!
IN!
Unless it’s April 25. I’ll be tapering for BWR. 🙂
What better way to get your mind off BWR than a protest?
I may not be on the bike at the moment, but I can still talk and type, so when you have the date and time, I will rally the troops.
Physical presence at the city offices would be awesome. Bike not required. And thank you!
Wish i lived closer. Have a great ride.
Thanks!
DOG BLESS YOU. I think I will get off my ass and join you.
Dog bless you too, my puppy!
As I shall no longer be a resident of Los Angeles County after April 1, all I can do wish you luck and Dog Speed.
Whaaaa?
“Let it be shown that we chose to die on our feet, rather than live on our knees!” (This is the event μολὼν λαβέ comes from)
https://youtu.be/mg6E1yX3WQ8
Ah yes, The Constitution. Just one more casualty in the War On People.
It’s only as strong as the people who are willing to defend it. Which is to say, it’s fucked.
https://youtu.be/kttCi2jOcOo
Well, I think we’ve decided it’s not really a good thing to always keep our nice things tucked away in drawers, and secret.
Witness?
Witness, and still waiting for a callback from the City of Malibu.
It’s time to infiltrate the power structure, in the nicest way possible, of course, since this is all concerning fully legal and indeed beneficial activities.
It only takes one person, if it’s the right person.
Isn’t Malibu by the ocean– you know, beaches and stuff. Recreation, friendly business climate, sunshine/happiness/spending money at local businesses, and so on?
Sorry I can’t help; I’m afraid I’d just be sitting in offices all day.
“Retired plumber”… just not much cachet there.
Good luck!
Wasn’t G. Gordon Liddy a retired plumber, too?
Not a licensed retired plumber.
Whew, Wanky. Jeeze. Ow! Was it something I said?
“Not a licensed plumber.” Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!