I was called for jury duty, but much to my disappointment, I did not get picked. In fact, I was the first one they let go. It was a civil trial and two people were representing themselves. I am not sure why the defendant did not want me to serve. But I think he made a mistake by letting me go. He was a hispanic man who looked like he had been in a few fights. But he was also very intelligent and dressed professionally. He asked the potential jurors if any of them owned a gun or had a concealed gun permit. Had he known how pro-guns I am, he probably would have wanted me on that jury. But I was dismissed. As much as I wanted to serve, the universe rewarded me with an emotional release.

Now I know what you are all thinking, but I did not ball like a baby when the judge told me I was dismissed. The emotional release occurred because of a funeral procession that I encountered on my way home. I immediately pulled over and stopped when I saw the police escort coming in my direction followed by many vehicles with their lights on. Behind the police drove a team of Harley Davidson’s, all proudly waving the Old Gory and Lone Star Flags. They were big flags too. The sight of it caused the hair on my head to stand up and tingles of energy to flow down my arms and back. I am even getting a little bit of a rush writing about it now.

Following the Harley Davidsons were many many cars. It may have been the longest funeral procession I have ever seen. I teared up, put my hand out the window, and began to wave as soon as I saw the American Flags. Some saw me waving and waved back. Several cars pulled over and stopped as I did, but most just slowed down and continued on their way. As I sat there waving with a lump in my throat listening to The Message, a nice Japanese man with law abiding intentions pulled up next to me and said something to me. But I couldn’t hear him because of the road noise and radio. So I got out of my car, stuck my head in his car window, and asked him what he said. He asked me if he was supposed to stop. He didn’t understand our culture. Some people were continuing to drive slowly, and some were stopping. He didn’t want to get a ticket. I told him that you are supposed to stop when you see a funeral, but some people don’t do it. By then the cars driving by no longer had their lights on, so I told him it was okay for him to keep going and got back in my car.

As I proceeded down the highway, sadness suddenly overwhelmed me. Just as I began blubbering like a baby another team of Harleys with headlights on appeared in the roadway heading my direction. It seemed unusual that they were lagging so far behind. A couple more miles further down the road I encountered a motorcycle wreck. The entire north bound lane was blocked with fire trucks and EMS vehicles, and there was a long line of cars waiting for the road to clear. But the driver was sitting up on the ground by the side of the road surrounded by EMS and Firemen. And he seemed to be okay. Something told me the lagging tail end entourage of hogs must have been delayed because they stopped to help a fellow biker. But that is just conjecture, or the manifestation of an over active mind and a waste of time if you are one w ho holds emptiness supreme. Oh no not I.

I then began to ponder why that funeral procession had made such a major impact on me. My mind immediately went to the American Flags and the men waving them. They were Bikers. Hawg drivers. Patriots. Hells Angels. Outlaws. And I was inspired one more time to try and get my point across about Political Action Committees. Because I believe they could have gotten marijuana legalized long before the juries started nullifying the law in Colorado, if they understood PACS the way I do. But maybe there didn't want marijuana legalized. Who knows. Irregardless, we need to change this country and make it free again. So here goes:

Do any of you play poker? If so, do you mind having to ante up in order to get in the game? Do you think of it as bribery? Or the price of admission?

PACs are how “We the People” are supposed to ante up and get in the game. It is our responsibility to do so. And if we don’t, jury nullification is the only other option to keep fascism from swallowing us whole, until it gets so big it can’t be swallowed any more. And with a concentrated effort to prevent jurors from knowing their duty is to nullify any laws that should not be on the books, that is a pretty darn big bite. Politics is a freaking game people, and the players are playing for slaves. It is because free people have refused to learn how to play the game and beat them at their own game, that they have become slaves. The players think of themselves as shepherds in charge of sheep who are too stupid to understand the process, and/or too lazy to master the process, and govern themselves.