Editor's Note
The last issue, in which we told the true story of Pete Seda, and plucked the Chicken Democrats, rubbed a lot of people the right way. Thanks to each of you who have thanked me for the message that the AFP delivers, and especially thanks to those who joined us as new advertisers. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
In this issue, please enjoy “Life With Father,” by Lo Fi Nikita, on why those who pay taxes get to set policy, “Let's Argue,” by Mitchell Frangadakis, on how reasoning leads to clarity, and “Righteous Livelihood” by Sumner Wellbourne, on how we can build wealth in our community. We have three articles specifically on free speech: Ana Carreon's feminist critique of “The Anti-Pornography Movement,” Lo Fi Nikita's “Free Speech Weathervane,” and Holly Sheehy's “Down on The Corner,” about a local artist who has made a lot of people uncomfortable. My own byline appears on “Dude, Where's My Silver Mines?” a response to the supposed groundswell of anti-immigrant sentiment in the nation. I also take credit for the photos of my neighbors in Medford protesting the abundance of cheap immigrant labor in the sincere belief that their life would be better if they had work in the agricultural, janitorial, and valet-parking industries.
You will have to wait until next month, though, for my article on the firing of Chief Bianca and the sympathy resignation of longtime Ashland probation officer Jan Janssen. Why, fellow-citizens, with this fabulous scandal before me like a five-course feast, am I not inveighing against “public servants” who serve their own interests first, those of their friends next, and those of the public in the world to come? Be content, gentle readers. I have an excuse and a promise to make.
First, the excuse. During May I took the time to finish a book I've been working on for five years, The Sex.Com Chronicles, about a cycle of lawsuits in which I became involved as a result of helping my client Gary Kremen to recover the stolen Sex.Com Internet domain. Finishing my book, in fifty-eight chapters plus an epilogue, required so much time and consumed so many neurotransmitters that I was forced to remain in my cabin for weeks on end. Thus, despite the outrages taking place at City Hall, it was impossible to set my torpedoes on that target this month. Now here is my promise: the AFP U-boat will be on patrol in July, and the guilty parties will be sent straight to the bottom in a feeding frenzy of explosive fish. Bon voyage, mon ami!
In this issue, please enjoy “Life With Father,” by Lo Fi Nikita, on why those who pay taxes get to set policy, “Let's Argue,” by Mitchell Frangadakis, on how reasoning leads to clarity, and “Righteous Livelihood” by Sumner Wellbourne, on how we can build wealth in our community. We have three articles specifically on free speech: Ana Carreon's feminist critique of “The Anti-Pornography Movement,” Lo Fi Nikita's “Free Speech Weathervane,” and Holly Sheehy's “Down on The Corner,” about a local artist who has made a lot of people uncomfortable. My own byline appears on “Dude, Where's My Silver Mines?” a response to the supposed groundswell of anti-immigrant sentiment in the nation. I also take credit for the photos of my neighbors in Medford protesting the abundance of cheap immigrant labor in the sincere belief that their life would be better if they had work in the agricultural, janitorial, and valet-parking industries.
You will have to wait until next month, though, for my article on the firing of Chief Bianca and the sympathy resignation of longtime Ashland probation officer Jan Janssen. Why, fellow-citizens, with this fabulous scandal before me like a five-course feast, am I not inveighing against “public servants” who serve their own interests first, those of their friends next, and those of the public in the world to come? Be content, gentle readers. I have an excuse and a promise to make.
First, the excuse. During May I took the time to finish a book I've been working on for five years, The Sex.Com Chronicles, about a cycle of lawsuits in which I became involved as a result of helping my client Gary Kremen to recover the stolen Sex.Com Internet domain. Finishing my book, in fifty-eight chapters plus an epilogue, required so much time and consumed so many neurotransmitters that I was forced to remain in my cabin for weeks on end. Thus, despite the outrages taking place at City Hall, it was impossible to set my torpedoes on that target this month. Now here is my promise: the AFP U-boat will be on patrol in July, and the guilty parties will be sent straight to the bottom in a feeding frenzy of explosive fish. Bon voyage, mon ami!