Fascists @ MindSay 
Back home in Tecumseh, Michigan; in Lenawee County I am know for being "different" and, therefore, dangerous.
I have been evicted from McDonald's, WalMart, Meijers, my alma martre Siena Heights University, from my polling place during the 2004 vote for attaching a small "American flag" to my sweatshirt that stated "Voting Is For Brave People". For the offense of pursuing my happiness these things happened to me.
Ya wanna see the videos. I got 'em. No falsification here. I have them back in AUSPONA.
I have been openly surveiled by the Adrian Police Department for the offence of carrying a Kerry For President sign while walking my dog down Main street.
Further, two Lenawee County Sheriff patrol cruisers, yes two cruisers with lights flashing [no sirens, though] once pulled me over [got the video] and detained me to ask me why I staged a one-person picket line on public property to protest in front of a business because that business was proud to advertise on WABJ Radio where Rush Limbaugh was at the top of its' programing.
When I was allowed to resume my ligitimate right to pursue my happiness and freedom of speech and expression it was done with the assurance, from Deputy McCrate, that I had every right to do what I was doing.
I told him of my knowledge that I had that right and, if I did not say it I was surely thinking: What ta fuck are you stopping me for, why impede my pursuit of happiness being conducted in a lawful manner to tell me I had the right to do what I was doing? Why?
Back home, in my beloved Michigan in AUSPONA, I will most certainly be openly and aggressively called an ignorant and unpatriotic creep. So, my MINDSAY friends, I am looking to and counting on you to help me face the gauntlet I must and am willing to run. The crucible of retrograde imbecilic Republicanism, of fascism in southern Michigan is really quite daunting and not, in fact, of just Republican political stripe.
Some of the hardest political fights I will face will be from the old-line Democrat leadership both local and statewide. I include both the Michigan senators, Carl Levin and Debbie Stabenow as, in the least, Republican fascists enablers.
You have been and will continue to be some salve for some of my emotional wounds. The prime reason for my return to AUSPONA is to work actively and aggressively to see to the ligitimate inauguration of The Brave Sen. Barack Obama as its' next duly elected president.
Sincerely in pursuit of happiness and freedom from insane fudking retrograde tyranny of whatever political stripe,
Mr. David Tecumseh Schmidt, MSW '82 University of Michigan Tecumseh High School '59
.My grandparents told my parents that they don't want me using my extra bonds on a new car. Of course, my obedient, fascist parents listened to them. Therefore, my parents think I can just get a car on the money I have, which is just not enough to buy a car. It's not enough at all. But they think it must be. I really want to like my grandparents... So why do they make it so hard sometimes?
.The guy who hit me is probably suing. I can't believe it. My insurance paid for all of his damages, but apparently that's not good enough for the asshole who was driving so fast that he crushed in my driver's side frame so I couldn't get out of my door--and he hit me by the back tire--and then cussed me out for about five to ten minutes in front of his two small children.
.I don't want a car if it's going to be a piece of crap. I've driven a car I was embarrassed of for so long, I just can't do it again. But if that's all I can spend on a car because my grandparents are being nazis, it's going to be a piece of crap. I would say something bohemian, like, "Oh, I'll just walk!" or "I'll just ride a bike everywhere." But no. Drivers are assholes to pedestrians and bikers. Majorly so. They slow down and stare at you--and whistle. They come frighteningly close to running you over and don't give a flying fiddler's fuck.
.I know, because yesterday I walked. I had just finished up at the gym and thought, "I think I'll walk home." I live very far from the gym. I was so exhausted. My tennis shoes rubbed the backs of my ankles until they bled. All the while, I was thinking, "I can't call anyone now that I've gone this far. It shouldn't be too much longer." I learned a few things that day. One, intersections without crosswalks suck the big one and should be banned from life. Two, eat something before you walk such an incredible distance. Three... I don't have a three... except, don't walk. Just don't do it. It isn't fun. And people are assholes.
