rambone
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Earlier today I was walking around Chesterton Indiana with a hand-draw picture of Ron Paul. There is a local festival going on, and the streets have been designated for foot traffic only. There are vendors set up on the street and whatnot. Elephant ears and hoagies. A pretty low key event.
This is the shirt design I was wearing
I put on my favorite Ron Paul shirt and picked up my hand-drawn picture of Ron Paul. I just casually walked around Broadway, not bothering anybody. People would come up to talk to me if interested, give me a thumbs up, whatever. Its a free country right? My tax dollars paved and maintain this street. So here I am to peacefully enjoy it.
I got away with my free speech up until the final hour of the festival on its second day. Then the police sniffed me out and told me to take my politics to a Free Speech Zone where they belong. That is not an exact quote, but it is the exact message I received. I was told to leave or be arrested.
This is the piece of cardboard that is illegal to hold in my hands on Broadway.
No, I did not record the confrontation. It happened pretty fast. I wanted to record, but I didn't want to stick my hands in my pockets. And yeah I was concealed carrying.
All they cited was that political speech isn't allowed at the festival. Yes the festival has private sponsors and people pay to set up booths. But the street shouldn't cease to be public just because vendors are present. The festival was closing in 20 minutes and I decided to let it go. I was cold, wet, and about to snap. I walked away before I lost it. Ron Paul does not gain votes by me raising my voice at police. They didn't lay a hand and I walked away with all my teeth. I plan on taking the encounter up with the town. The day was a success for me due to all the votes I secured.
I have a problem with (over)arguing with people. I said my piece, but the conversation was not going anywhere fruitful. I was partially convinced for the moment that they may have had a point... the vendors paid to be there, yada yada. I respect property rights. I took a walk back to my car. But thinking about it on the way home just made me more pissed off. I am fine with the town designating the street for foot-traffic only, and taking vendors' money to set up on the street. But WTF!! The street is still public. How can this festival nullify my right to stand there?
This country doesn't need a blessing, it needs an exorcism. -Rambone

This is the shirt design I was wearing
I put on my favorite Ron Paul shirt and picked up my hand-drawn picture of Ron Paul. I just casually walked around Broadway, not bothering anybody. People would come up to talk to me if interested, give me a thumbs up, whatever. Its a free country right? My tax dollars paved and maintain this street. So here I am to peacefully enjoy it.
I got away with my free speech up until the final hour of the festival on its second day. Then the police sniffed me out and told me to take my politics to a Free Speech Zone where they belong. That is not an exact quote, but it is the exact message I received. I was told to leave or be arrested.

This is the piece of cardboard that is illegal to hold in my hands on Broadway.
No, I did not record the confrontation. It happened pretty fast. I wanted to record, but I didn't want to stick my hands in my pockets. And yeah I was concealed carrying.
All they cited was that political speech isn't allowed at the festival. Yes the festival has private sponsors and people pay to set up booths. But the street shouldn't cease to be public just because vendors are present. The festival was closing in 20 minutes and I decided to let it go. I was cold, wet, and about to snap. I walked away before I lost it. Ron Paul does not gain votes by me raising my voice at police. They didn't lay a hand and I walked away with all my teeth. I plan on taking the encounter up with the town. The day was a success for me due to all the votes I secured.
I have a problem with (over)arguing with people. I said my piece, but the conversation was not going anywhere fruitful. I was partially convinced for the moment that they may have had a point... the vendors paid to be there, yada yada. I respect property rights. I took a walk back to my car. But thinking about it on the way home just made me more pissed off. I am fine with the town designating the street for foot-traffic only, and taking vendors' money to set up on the street. But WTF!! The street is still public. How can this festival nullify my right to stand there?
This country doesn't need a blessing, it needs an exorcism. -Rambone
