Many in Birmingham, AL and other hotbeds of racial inequality protest during the 1960s also felt that the blacks who staged sit-downs at lunch counters and boycotted bus companies were engaged in ‘nonsense’. I’m not an OWS’er, but I know that our Constitution does not offer a “unless it’s inconvenient for others” exception to any of the rights outlined.
I don’t align myself with these protesters, but if I don’t support their right to exercise these rights, then what moral authority will I have in the future when MY rights are endangered?
First they came for the OWS protesters
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a hippy.
Then they came for the Tea Party protester
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a crazy person.
Then they came for the smokers-rights protesters
and I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t a smelly cigarette smoker.
Then they came for me
and there was nobody left to speak out.
(apologies to pastor Martin Niemöller for my bowlderization)
Browsing reddit this morning, I enjoyed this completely accurate picture and had to share my solution.
This is why I built a rain shower.
Out of PVC, I made a rectangular hoop of sorts that I hung from the ceiling. It had holes drilled in it and a tube going to a diverter valve I put between the normal shower head and my monstrosity.
On a lark, I painted it gold. They had brass, but I felt it was important to go with gold for reasons that will become clear shortly.
Once calibrated, I had a device that could allow both my wife and I to stay warm in the shower at the same time! We could spend lots of extra clockcycles in the shower and many good times were had.
A few weeks later, we were at a party and wife was telling some friends about the device I had built. We were having a nice conversation, then she mentioned that I had painted it to look sort of like brass pipes which was neat.
“Gold”, I corrected, then took a sip of my drink.
“Brass, gold, it’s just spray paint, you get the idea” she responded, making eye contact with her friends and smiling.
“Yeah, but no, they had brass. I picked gold.” I cocked my head very slightly, patient. One of her friends suddenly twitched, then another.
After a moment, one of them asked my wife: “So…. he made you… a golden shower….?”
I don’t remember much about what happened immediately after that, but all in all, I’d put this in the ‘success’ category.