Easy Rider and Chopperguy

Reportedly when Peter Fonda was riding around Los Angeles on Captain America in his costume, trying to break in the gear and give the bike a more 'used' look, he would get pulled over a lot. Part of it probably had something to do with a long haired guy riding around in the middle of the night on a chopper. But it was also partially due to the American flag motif. You see, it's just not proper etiquette to use the American flag in that manner. While it wasn't (and still isn't) against the law, it sure as hell pissed off 'patriotic' Americans.

Of course now the flag gets recklessly plastered on all sorts of crap. A lot of misuse comes from people's ignorance. Don't be ignorant! You can read up on etiquette at sites like this one.

The sudden proliferation of flags in and on motor vehicles is one of the most striking problems (don't even get me started on flag use in advertising). It's sad to see a battered, faded, wind shredded flag fluttering along on some person's car. Even more troubling are the stickers. Just to make it nice and sparkling clear for everyone, when a flag is displayed on something that moves such as cars, busses, little red wagons, or the sleeves of your jacket, it should be applied in such a way that it will appear to be flowing in the wind. In other words, the stars should always be forward with the bars flowing towards the rear.

Which brings me to a truly sad thing I spotted. The local motorcycle police ride Kawasakis. That in and of itself churns my stomach. Police are paid through the taxation of Americans who presumably work in America for American companies. A perfectly suitable American motorcycle manufacturer (who shall remain nameless) provides law enforcement models for purchase by police and sheriff's departments. There is no need to be buying foreign made bikes for the job no matter what the savings. (Yes, that's a personal opinion and I'm standing by it!) But far worse than that, the flag decals on the right hand sides of their motorcycles are facing the wrong way! The bars are forward.

All of this shouldn't bother me as much as it does. I'd be more likely to join in a chorus of The Pledge of Defiance than that of allegiance. I have my reasons. But damn it, if you want to show your patriotism by flying an American flag you should take the time to do it right! I own two flags, myself. The first one I received was draped across the coffin of my uncle/godfather who served in Korea in the Navy. I later received my grandfather's coffin flag. He had served in the Army during WWII. On a few occasions I have displayed either of these flags. Each time I have done so with full observance of all recommended protocols.

I have seen people burn flags in protest and later asked them if they were familiar with the proper etiquette. They always have been. I have seen the flag flown upside down and asked the individuals if they knew what it meant. They do. So to see a bunch of so called 'good American patriots' fucking around with the symbol, oblivious to their desecration, is really sickening. Your ilk are right up there with those who willingly followed the blind patriotism of Nazi Germany. That's right, just go along with the crowd and you'll be fine. Don't talk to me about patriotism and respect. Don't go shoving your flag in my face unless you want me to dip it in kerosene and stick it up your ass and light it.

Was that a bit harsh? Tough shit.

"I seem to be a verb." I've heard it quoted this way from Bucky Fuller. Correspondingly, I feel Tao often gets mistranslated as The Way when Way would probably provide a closer approximation. And the front man for the Butthole Surfers, Gibby Hanes, perhaps said it best when making a special guest appearance on the Ministry song, Jesus Built My Hotrod.

Where you come from is gone.
Where you thought you were going to weren't never there.
And where you are ain't no good unless you can get away from it.

What I am getting at here is that life seems to exist as motion and change. Even the seemingly sedentary rocks I would pluck from the field as a farmboy existed, at the atomic level, of motion. There are two theoretical conditions in which this state of constant motion seems to take a vacation from the rules as we know them. One is at 0ºK, the theoretical absolute zero at which point all motion really does cease, or so people say. The other is the famous C of E=MC^2, the speed of light, at which point things no longer behave like matter or other forms of energy at all, at all. For the rest of our universe, stuck somewhere between, we have motion.

It appears to apply to information as well. Every scientific theory seems to eventually get overturned. We find the exceptions to the rules, increase our understanding, and carry on. Motion and change.

Seek not to find answers, but keep asking questions.

Question religion.

Question government.

Question others.

Above all, don't forget to question yourself.

There is no "retiring in Florida".

I gave it up for a year and decided that I just can't let the site go. Not now.

Most of the site will remain in a static condition. I might get around to doing some updates here and there. I might not. The web address of 'easyridermovie.com' is no longer owned by me. I looked into repurchasing it, but the new owner's selling price was extremely prohibitive. So it's gone. I might get around to changing contact e-mail information. I might not. But the blog will receive attention.

'A man went looking for America, and couldn't find it anywhere.' That's what I've been doing this past year. Every time I think I've found it and can reconnect with it, the mask gets peeled back to reveal the monster beneath the surface. That's why I'm restarting the blog. Expect it to fill with stories of my adventures and personal thoughts. Many of you will probably disagree with what I place here. Too bad. This is about freedom.

'What's wrong with freedom, man? That's what it's all about.'

'Oh, that's what it's all about alright. But talkin' about it, and bein' it, that's two different things.'

And that's why I am back. I'm trying like hell to be it.