Tales of the Freewayblogger

Write "Impeach Bush Now!" on a piece of paper, place inside a waterproof container and bury it in your back yard. Future archeologists will know that this was a generation that wasn't afraid to speak out!

"Wink for Peace" is an offshoot of last summer's largely failed "Blink for Peace" movement. Said one organizer, "We think a lot of people were put off by having to use both eyes for the action. 'Wink for Peace' addresses these issues and provides a level of commitment we feel more people will be comfortable with."

Obey the Law for Peace!

Do you think the government and the media are giving us all the facts about September 11th? Do you think maybe 9/11 was an Inside Job? Demand the Truth! Don't buy mustard on July 19th.

Taking a cue from the renegade firebrands at Red Friday, the organizers of "Wear Your Socks Inside-Out on Thursdays for Peace and Social Justice" are committed to practicing what they preach. Not just one sock, but both. Not just this Thursday, but Every Thursday. Until They Come Home.

I was passing some trucks in the mountains south of Ashland when something in my clutch assembly gave out: the pedal stayed glued to the floor, refusing to disengage. I managed to pull the pedal back up with the toe of my shoe, re-engaging the engine, and quickly aborted the passing maneuver to pull over onto a thankfully wide shoulder. Scared the shit out of me.

Whatever it was that made the clutch pedal come back up had apparently given out entirely. Fortunately, all that was required to jury-rig a springback mechanism was a bungee cord looped between the pedal and the dashboard, and if there was one thing I had plenty of, it was bungee cords.

Long story short: I ended up driving from Oregon to San Francisco pretty much without shifting - keeping it in fourth gear all the way. Although for the most part it was a pretty clear shot, there were some lights, construction zones and traffic situations that required the sort of expert timing and vector-analysis that only the clutch-impaired can truly appreciate.

In the past month I've driven over 4000 miles and put up more than 200 signs on freeways along the west coast. Millions of people, (and by "Millions" I mean "Many-Hundreds-of-Thousands", not just "a-whole-lot") have seen what I've had to say.

That part was easy... hell, it was fun.

But that last couple of hundred miles - driving without a clutch... Man...that was art.

The best way to find good posting spots is to simply drive around and see where your eyes are naturally drawn. The above bit of fencing is directly next to I-5 in Seattle by the Ravenna Ave. offramp.

Other spots are good by dint of the sheer numbers of traffic lanes that overlook them. While not readily apparent by the photo, the fencing above, bordering Kobe Terrace Park in Seattle's City Center, is highly visible to some sixteen lanes of heavy, heavy traffic, none of which have a prayer of getting to it. It took three days for someone to take down the giant "The War is a Lie" I'd put up before this "Chimpeach", which was still up 24 hours later. If you live in Seattle and have something to say, there's no better place than Kobe Terrace Park to say it.


Article in The Stranger
(note: I was a political correspondent for Penthouse in the late 80's/early 90's - not the 70's)


I-90 West just after the causeway from Redmond. Sign reads "Impeach Bush for Blowing the Job."
These two spots reach everyone going North and Southbound on the 405 near Portland City Center: Impossible to miss and impossible to get to. Unless, of course, you know how.

Supreme Court Rules Against Student Free Speech

Don't worry folks, Free Speech is Alive and Well in America. Just don't get caught at it.

I left Portland and headed north, leaving a trail of free-speech breadcrumbs along the way. The I-5 corridor didn't stand a chance: nothing but fencing and flyaway ramps and, like Portland, a gallery of freeway overlooks that can only be reached by those who really, really tried.


My assault was two-pronged, hitting first the freeways then the airwaves
thanks to fifth-columnists of the Jewish Liberal Media. Enraged callers branded me a criminal, impotently vowing revenge: all but Sound and Fury, signifying nothing. Until they catch me, all they can do is take down my signs, and the next day as I swept back through the town I found they couldn't even manage that.




Taking shelter in a safehouse of fellow partisans
I conducted a Free Speech Madrassa the results of which can be seen below.

(Note clever coded message for Microsoft employees.)



Best to remain sleepless, Seattle... I'm not done with you yet.

I put these up in Portland today, covering five major freeways. All of them, except for the one below, stayed up for at least seven hours. (Update: all still up at noon next day!)