Can You Hear Me Now?

Retro Post: This is a post that I wrote a while ago, but never published until now.


Having lived in the Washington D.C. area for more than half my life, I have grown accustomed to seeing signs of political protest which include: chalk drawings and commentary inscribed on the pavement and walls, rally posters, human blockades, mentally ill conspiracy theorist attempting to rush federal buildings or simply make a mad dash across the White House lawn, and herds of marching anti everyone and everything demonstrators looking to focus policy makers' attention to their cause. Yup, the nation's capitol is the staging area where people come from far and near to voice their opinions. Ironically much of the effort put into trying to be seen and heard is largely ignored by both local residents (me) and politicians. The constant annoyance of having to figure how to get over, under and around mobs of political instigators brings out my list of four letter vocabulary words. But on my way home the other day following a weekend of anti-war protests, I did see something that caught my attention. While scanning the ground I noticed a pile of doggy-doo next to a trash receptacle mounted by two toothpick sized flags with a picture of George W. Bush. Now that's funny. A big statement in a little package, which I heard loud and clear.


United States Constitution: Amendment I

Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.