This pissed me off so much I almost cried!

That was the e-mail I received from LightGirl just now.

So … um … what the hell is going on in our country? Just why did that young man get arrested and tasered for asking a question? There was nothing wrong with the question he asked. If he was over time … big deal. The police were way out of line. Way. If they needed to arrest him, they needed to … um … charge him with something. Anything. That’s the way it works in this country. That’s why we have a …

… remember this?

Bill.

of.

Rights.

Supposedly that’s why we’re fighting two wars right now. At least that’s what we’re told. Truth. Justice. And the American Way. But only if we don’t want to use those rights.

THE CLASH LYRICS

“Know Your Rights”

This is a public service announcement
With guitar
Know your rights all three of them

Number 1
You have the right not to be killed
Murder is a CRIME!
Unless it was done by a
Policeman or aristocrat
Know your rights

And Number 2
You have the right to food money
Providing of course you
Don’t mind a little
Investigation, humiliation
And if you cross your fingers
Rehabilitation

Know your rights
These are your rights
Wang

Know these rights

Number 3
You have the right to free
Speech as long as you’re not
Dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights
These are your rights
All three of ’em
It has been suggested
In some quarters that this is not enough!
Well…………………………

Get off the streets
Get off the streets
Run
You don’t have a home to go to
Smush

Finally then I will read you your rights

You have the right to remain silent
You are warned that anything you say
Can and will be taken down
And used as evidence against you

Listen to this
Run

Now I must return to painting …

… from whence cometh my help (or is that hope) … I can never remember. But here are some more photos from our adventure yesterday.

Longs Peak

Church on the side of the road

Loveland Pass

Snowbanks on the side of the road driving down from Loveland Pass.

Hairpin curve in road … note the lack of guardrails.  We noted this lack on a plethora of occasions.

Overlooking this lake I was inspired to write:

Sitting on a mountainside overlooking Lake Dillon – listening to the wind rustling through the pines.  It’s both soothing and lonely.  I imagine how it might have sounded night and day; endless days, endless nights — no music, no television, no entertainment …

hard work, bitter words, sour tears, sick children, dead husbands and the endless wind for companionship whispering through the pines which stand stark against the spring snow as a three day growth of beard — spiky and jagged.

Ground Squirrel investigating my pen.

This morning began with coffee and sunshine … what could be better!!