A founding Supreme Court Justice once said, "The freedom for you to swing your fist, ends where my nose begins." This translates into, one's right to protest should end and/or be amended when it affects one's ability to earn a living.
I say this in reference to the anti-war protesters who in their zeal to end the war are creating enemies among those of us who have to work for a living. Some protesters have taken to closing major intersections during commute time stopping cars and buses of normal people coming and going to work.
Why is it whenever there is social strife it is always the working class people who pay the taxes and do the dirty work who get the short end of the stick?
Corporate Administrators are on salary, if protesters effectively stop them from going to work they go play golf. Social services workers are on salary as well, they get time off to protest, organize protests, and search for mates, while normal people are at work trying to feed their families.
I know of a situation that puts this whole thing in perspective. A single Mom who works at Walgreens was several hours late for work, because protesters blocked traffic and the bus she was on. When she got to work, other workers were nice enough to give her some of their work hours in order to make up for her lost pay. ThatÔÇÜs what real Americans do.
Protesting is a good thing; I understand the angst and frustration when you don't agree with what you consider and egregious wrong. My involvement with the Chicano and the anti-Viet Nam movement back in the day convinced me that though social unrest, Latinos gained Third World studies, a bigger piece of the social service pie and better parity representation in governmental agencies. For those of us who did take Third World studies, go over your notes, because you knew this was going to happen sooner or later.
Who are these protesters anyway and why is it that none of them are attractive?
When I saw the first news reports and the protesters it look like a parade of caras de burros all player hating George Bush. Blonde boys don't look right with dread locks; bald women are not cute with bones through their noses. Now if these demonstrations were held in China or North Korea and they were player-hating fascist leaders with bad hair, the police would be less apt to give protesters counseling and bottled water.
This war is not a good thing; war is never a good thing. The average age of American Marines at war is twenty-two years old. I have a tremendous empathy for the parents of these brave young people, many of whom are stuck on public transit, docked out of hourly wages trying to get to work, because protesters who either don't work, or are trust fund baby idol rich, have taken it upon themselves to lay down in an intersection because they are mad at Republican policy. This is decidedly safer than shouting in sults at the former Iraq Republican Guard. They didn't give a time out, they gave times up.
A word to the wise, do not lay down in an intersection during commute time when you see that the motor-cyclist in front of you riding a Harley wearing a MIA/POW patch. For your own safety retreat to the nearest Starbucks immediately.
Most people involved are earnestly trying to get their point across and their voice is being heard. Protesters are taught how to "Noodle up" when police try to take them into custody. The procedure is similar to what a 2 year old does when you try to pick them about when it's bath time. They let their arms go limp, making it difficult to carry them. The intention here is to get the Cops tired, and prolong the arresting effort.
Another word to the wise: If you see a Male or Female Latino or Black Cop who looks like they have been working a 14 hour shift and has not had anything to eat, and has missed his or her sonÔÇÜs T- ball game, don't use the "Noodle Up" technique. It may land you in special education.
It's is going to take a combination of peaceful protests and decisive military action to end this war.
Don't hurt a brother or sister trying to help themselves, on the real, they are hurting too and often times more than you.