A couple of days ago it was brought to my attention that in my home state of Oklahoma I was a walking fugitive.  (Hat tip to Brad Spangler)  You see in Oklahoma, according to Title 21, Chapter 9, Section 374, it is a felony to “carry … or publicly display any red flag or other emblem or banner, indicating disloyalty to the Government of the United States or a belief in anarchy or other political doctrines or beliefs, whose objects are either the disruption or destruction of organized government.” I have been, peacefully mind you, walking around Tulsa, Oklahoma with ALLiance of the Libertarian Left and Industrial Workers of the World buttons pinned to my jacket (suspecting, but) never knowing that I could be punished with 10 years in prison and/or $1,000.00 fine.

I took a couple of days to reflect on this realization (no crying this time Less Antman ;) ).  I came home one day to see a cop car park along the street in front of my section of apartments and I did get a little rush of adrenaline.  I tried to imagine if this is what other fugitives felt.  I imagined some character from a Tarantino film sitting alone in their apartment peeking into a suitcase full of loot, jumping at every knock at the door and suspecting every motive from friends or family.

They are going to want their stuff back, so the cops are looking for me.  That’s what they do; they track down stolen goods or murderers who have stolen lives.  Living on borrowed time.

Wait a second!  How are displays of sympathy for anarchism in any way similar to stolen money or stolen lives?  What have I stolen?

Oh yeah!  That’s right.  I almost forgot.  I stole my mind away from the government.  Their truncheon or badge or letterheads are not substitutes for reasons or arguments in my presence.

So, dear friends, if you don’t hear from me in a week or two, then it might be because the government has sent the police to take their “property” back.