The Tourist
member
Many times in THR, we discuss issues of freedom in a very detached and academic perspective. We often forget that the freedoms we cloak in the snow white marble of government buildings derive directly from our collective energy to refuse to be made the subjects of despots.
Next week, a TV program starts called "The Sons of Anarchy." I first shook my head fearing the usual tripe of Hollywood stereotypes on back-lot chromed Yamahas. But I heard one teaser that caught my attention.
It's a vignette of an area cop riding along side an Anarchy MC member and he says "I won't look the other way." The biker snickers and responses, "We're all free men under The Bill of Rights."
They hit many facets dead on. First, in any area where clubs form, the cops and bikers know each other--by first name. They play the same game, by the same rules. As you know, I hired the officer who arrested me for CCW.
But another more important issue needs to be remembered. It's easy to revere WWII or Vietnam veterans due to their contemporary nature, but the Revolutionary soldier seems remote. In using this forum, I am building on the rights purchased in that soldier's blood.
Now, I took some flak a few weeks ago about 'bathing' poser ninjas in mall fountains. But the concept has merit, besides the good fun. I took a stand.
Freedom isn't free. It's messy, unorganized. There's always some buffoon in an ivory, gated community who wants to rebuild this country in his own graven image. Around every corner there's a Hillary wannabee who thinks she knows the best way to sew up the nation's hemorrhoids with my tax dollar.
In 1972 my club and I shook our fists at the gates of government and got Wisconsin's helmet law repealed. The State's ABATE and WBBA movement was the action and vision of one man, our president, Mr. Robert Smith.
Yes, there are many things I did in the early 1970's for which I am deeply sorry. In no uncertain terms I used my chromed Harley as a battering ram for all of the anger and angst a young boy can physically bear. But I did something else.
Due to the models of Smith and Barger I no longer feared a smarmy empty suit and his bucket of snake oil. I learned to stand atop his shiny Bruno Maglis and demand an explanation. We now must do that again in securing the CCW provision for Wisconsin citizens.
Now, you might not like bikers. We’re loud, some don’t smell too good. If you have any common sense you’ll learn to be very polite. We don’t suffer fools and we are not as dumb as we might appear. And as much as you might deny the correlation, we adhere to the same standards you do. We just verbalize them.
So next week, a drama about bikers begins. And it too will be loud, unruly and offensive to most of you. However, it does depict a story about Americans living free. I hope we talk about that, and the rights you sometimes take for granted.
Next week, a TV program starts called "The Sons of Anarchy." I first shook my head fearing the usual tripe of Hollywood stereotypes on back-lot chromed Yamahas. But I heard one teaser that caught my attention.
It's a vignette of an area cop riding along side an Anarchy MC member and he says "I won't look the other way." The biker snickers and responses, "We're all free men under The Bill of Rights."
They hit many facets dead on. First, in any area where clubs form, the cops and bikers know each other--by first name. They play the same game, by the same rules. As you know, I hired the officer who arrested me for CCW.
But another more important issue needs to be remembered. It's easy to revere WWII or Vietnam veterans due to their contemporary nature, but the Revolutionary soldier seems remote. In using this forum, I am building on the rights purchased in that soldier's blood.
Now, I took some flak a few weeks ago about 'bathing' poser ninjas in mall fountains. But the concept has merit, besides the good fun. I took a stand.
Freedom isn't free. It's messy, unorganized. There's always some buffoon in an ivory, gated community who wants to rebuild this country in his own graven image. Around every corner there's a Hillary wannabee who thinks she knows the best way to sew up the nation's hemorrhoids with my tax dollar.
In 1972 my club and I shook our fists at the gates of government and got Wisconsin's helmet law repealed. The State's ABATE and WBBA movement was the action and vision of one man, our president, Mr. Robert Smith.
Yes, there are many things I did in the early 1970's for which I am deeply sorry. In no uncertain terms I used my chromed Harley as a battering ram for all of the anger and angst a young boy can physically bear. But I did something else.
Due to the models of Smith and Barger I no longer feared a smarmy empty suit and his bucket of snake oil. I learned to stand atop his shiny Bruno Maglis and demand an explanation. We now must do that again in securing the CCW provision for Wisconsin citizens.
Now, you might not like bikers. We’re loud, some don’t smell too good. If you have any common sense you’ll learn to be very polite. We don’t suffer fools and we are not as dumb as we might appear. And as much as you might deny the correlation, we adhere to the same standards you do. We just verbalize them.
So next week, a drama about bikers begins. And it too will be loud, unruly and offensive to most of you. However, it does depict a story about Americans living free. I hope we talk about that, and the rights you sometimes take for granted.