Trampling Free Speech
By Nigel French
In late August I flew to New York City to join the protests of the Republican National Convention. A futile act perhaps, but I needed to feel like I was doing something. It might have been more useful to spend my time in a swing state persuading undecided voters (if such people exist), but I hate canvassing. And I doubted that undecided voters are going to be swayed by a San Francisco latte leftist with an English accent. So, like many in the Bay Area, I skipped the traditional late summer rite of Burning Man to be a part of the collective “fuck you” to the Bush administration.