California Liberty March Journal- San Francisco (Day One)

There is just too much left to do here. I will be marching around San Francisco tomorrow again. I wandered around the civic center, the downtown district and out to Alamo and Haight-Ashbury.

When I was in the Haight-Ashbury area, there were a lot of people visiting, shopping, hanging out, and driving through. There were also some stern-looking cops walking around, or parked nearby. Hippies and tourists were everywhere.

On one street corner, a shop called, Ben Jammin was holding an outdoor music event. People were dressed in tie-dyed clothing; some wore rainbow wigs and headbands, and others were getting facial tattoos painted on. A really old lady was dancing around doing Flower Child gestures and moves as she listened to a young woman sing and play the guitar. Small children with tie-dyed clothes and face paint were getting their groove on. A very pregnant young woman with her belly exposed and painted was dancing with the children.

I took out my tablet to take pictures. A man who looked a lot like Bill Ayers was sitting under a portable canopy near the singer. He seemed disturbed by my presense with the flag. He got up and told a fat old man with a beard and a tye-dyed outfit to photograph me. I thought the fat man was Ben of Ben an Jerry’s. I just smiled and posed and asked if they wanted the message on my shirt to be visible.

The old fat hippie told me he was Bob, and he posed with me. I asked Bill Ayers to photograph me with Bob.

Bob then offered me a free hot dog, and told me he had attended over 5000 concerts. At least 350 of those concerts were by the Grateful Dead. Bob gave me another hot dog then wandered off to dance with some other hippies who arrived in Sixties-style outfits.

I wanted to proclaim the end of the Progressive Era, but no one else talked to me while I was on the corner of Haight-Ashbury. Thus, I couldn’t find anyone trustworthy to hand my tablet to so I could do it. I decided to walk on, passed the clouds of pot smoke, and along bus stops and grassy hillsides populated by homeless people, teenagers, and hacking drug addicts who were openly free-basing and snorting.

Later in the day, as I was walking from the Civic Center area to downtown, a homeless young woman yelled at me and told me to fly my flag upside-down. This irritated me at first. She then said it’s to signify that the nation is in trouble. She and several other homeless people were lounging on a park slope, complaining that the police rousted them, and kicked them out of the City Hall park. Apparently, there were two big events going on in neighboring buildings, and well-to-do were going to be in attendence.

l had seen several rich people drive by in the area. The men looked distinguished and moneyed, and the women were dripping with jewelry.

The young woman told me that she decided to become homeless after participating in a previous Occupy event. As she told me this, a man lying behind her would periodically grab her breast and gave it a squeeze. The young woman said she would rather live on the streets and do without frequent showers than be a part of what “feeds the system.” Apparently, she can’t do without Facebook. She told me to follow her. Her name is Anonymama.

After chatting with the homeless group, I walked downtown. It was 7 pm by this time.

There would a lot of interesting buildings to look at. As I photographed some of them, I was taunted or threatened by nafarious-looking men with sagging pants who spoke street vernacular. They congregated on the corners and in front of Cash/Western Union shops. One man was behind me, offering his friend $15 to “bitchslap this niggah (me).

I turned around, gave them a look that said, Well? Are you going to do it? I’m waiting. But they turned away and talked about something else.

I wandered for an hour, taking photos and wondering if anyone would ask me about my flag. No one had the entire day. And this is the most people I’ve been around at any given time during my marches. I went into a Starbucks to recharge the tablet and to upload photos to Facebook.

From there, I walked in an arc back toward the 24 Hour Fitness club where I had started from, on Van Ness and Post.

As I was just walking up to the gym to call it a night, a slightly inebriated man named, Larry saw me, my flag, and my shirt message (Protect the Constitution), and he said, “Yes!”

He shook my hand and told me he was once very liberal. Now, he identifies as a libertarian (though he qualified that by saying he’s actually more conservative). He once had long hair, piercings, and thought like a Progressive. Now, he has sort hair, dresses like an average working-class stiff. He is a teacher now, who works with “problem” kids (aka gangbangers and kids from poor, troubled homes).

Larry says he doesn’t like how intolerant the city and its liberal citizens have become. They are tolerant only of what they believe in. He supports gay marriage and is “Pro-Choice,” but he also believes in the Constitution and in the Second Amendment. He owns a gun, in part because of what he does for a living. But he was emphatic about his belief that citizens have the right to keep and bear arms. He has always thought of the Constitution as sacred.

Larry voted for Obama because he hated Bush. But, he soon saw what a disaster Obama is, and didn’t vote for him again. Now, he hates what Obama’s doing to our country and our Constitution. Larry supported the Occupy Movement but disagreed with its focus, and confrontational manner toward the police and others.

One thing Larry was amazed about was how the media has been protect Obama, and yet now have found out that the AP’s  information was secretly taken by the Administration.

Larry and I shook hands, agreed that we love American and are proud to be Americans. Then, I rolled up my flag and walked into the parking structure.

Tomorrow, I will video my proclamation and then march northward to the Presidio, and then across the Golden Gate Bridge.

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California Liberty March Journal – Day Two

The route I took today was from Balboa Park to Old Town to Mission Bay to Pacific Beach to La Jolla to Torrey Pines, just past UCSD. It was a beautiful march. But, an excruciating one, as well.

I was dropped off at Balboa Park this morning by Lori A (thank you!). I walked up to the water fountain by the Reuben H. Fleet Science Center and started stretching out. A young man walked up and asked if I was with the Liberty March. Since no one else was around, I said, “I AM the Liberty March.”

I introduced myself and he told me he was with Fox 5 News. They have sent me an e-mail last week asking for particulars in order to plan out this week and determine whether they would cover the march, or not. Thankfully, they did.

The young man videotaped me answering several questions. They were great questions that let me say what I wanted to say, rather than being loaded questions about gun control. He told me that my footage would be aired live on the program, so that means it won’t be posted on the Internet.

After that, I set off across the park. I videotaped different areas that I love. After and hour or more, I was in Old Town. I videotaped parts of that, as well, and then had lunch at a Mexican restaurant. After a half hour break, I set off for Mission Bay.

While I walk on sidewalks for the most part, I did have to walk in a bicycle lane on a highway overpass. From there, I got off the road and went down a dirt trail to reach another road underneath. I was able to keep walking from there until I reached Fiesta Island about a mile away. Then, I reached Mission Bay proper. It was a very sunny and windy day. Unfortunately, I discovered that my video camera battery had died. My flag was fluttering wildly, and I needed to hold it ahead of me with two hands to control it.

As I walked today, I got a number of honks and waves and thumbs ups. Even one “whoo hoo!” I had written, “My Rights Are Inalienable” on the front of my walking shirt. So, many people coming home from work leaned forward to try and read the message.

There were several notable encounters today.

In Old Town, the bus boy at the Mexican restaurant I ate in seemed really excited by what I am doing. In Pacific Beach, I got some, “Rock on, Patriot!” comments from obviously pot-addled college students driving by. There are a lot of tattoo parlors and head shops in Pacific Beach. In front of one of them, a man walked up, looked at my shirt and flag, and derisively, asked, “So your rights are in danger, huh?” I smiled at the lummox and walked on.

In La Jolla, the affluent town just north of PB, I saw a number of tattoo removal clinics and New Age health shops and clubs. I passed by a restaurant across the road for “foodies” called, the Promiscuous Fork.” I like that. The waiter and waitress outside were looking at me. They waved when they saw me look at them. A tall black man with a speech impediment ran out of a restaurant and asked me why I was carrying the flag. He read my shirt as I handed him a Liberty March card. He was extremely nice.

Just down the street from there, another man, Kurt M. asked me if I was marching for gun rights. He was sitting on an elevated patio in front of his small shop/home. I clarified that I want

our elected and appointed officials to uphold their oaths of office, and to protect our Constitution and Bill of Rights. Thus, by extension, our rights to keep and bear arms would be protected. He saw that I was tired and he invited me to sit with him to rest. We talked for a while, and he gave me three bottles of water. We said good bye, and I headed into the tourist part of La Jolla, where the moneyed folk dominate.

I walked down to the scenic view and looked out at the beautiful La Jolla beach. The sun was coming down, and there were people playing on the shore.

I went back up to Prospect Street and I took photos of the shops and streets in the heart of the La Jolla financial zone and restaurant row. I noticed that people looked nervously at me as I took photos. As I was leaving Prospect Street to do the final four miles of my march, an ACE Parking attendant called out to me and ran up. He asked if I had a few minutes to take pictures with a South American model.

By that time, I have walked over 15 miles and the toes of my feet were burning. I agreed, as I figured it might help me get exposure for my cause.  Nope.

The young woman, vivacious and high on life (and herself) grabs my flag and pulls it in front of me so she can pose with it. She gleefully did her modeling thing and then, without so much as a thank you,  was off to the next thing that caught her eye. I just walked away and headed toward UCSD.

By this time, it was 5:30 pm. There was a lot of home-bound traffic, and I walked on the left side of traffic so cars could see my tee-shirt message. There were many cars that drove by, some waved, others hons, while others yelled out unintelligible comments.

Halfway up N. Torrey Pines Road, while is a long steady incline, my feet burned so badly, that I needed to compensate. This caused my right Achilles tendon to start hurting, and later, to feel tender. By the time I reached the top and was on the Southern edge of UCSD, tears of pain were streaming down my cheeks. I was hobbling, and had to stop at the crosswalk.

I imagine I looked like a depressed wino with a flag, or a homeless vet, or something. The last two miles were in darkness. To be honest, as I was hobbling toward my car from UCSD, I seriously questioned my commitment to this endeavor. I started wondering what the hell it is that I hope to achieve. When I started this, I thought there would be far more participation and involvement by others.

By the time I reached the car, I was so glad the march was done. I could barely walk, and my neck and right shoulder was stiff and clenched from holding up the flag. As I drove home, I was feeling foolish and naive.

But this morning, after rest and more thinking, what I hope, more than anything else, is that others are inspired to do their own liberty marches (whatever they may be). We have to do something. We have to show ourselves. We have to fight. We are at war. The Progressives will not stop until they get what they want.

And what they want is a diminished America. They want a single party State where individual rights and freedoms no longer exist to interfere with the establishment of Liberal Utopia.

To recover from the past three marches, I went to Lake Medical and Chiropractic in Lake San Marcos. They have been taking care of me each week since I started training for this. I want to thank Jill-Ellen and her staff for helping me get this far. And, I want to thank everyone one who has sent me words or encouragement and prayers and donations.

I am definitely going to continue on to Sacramento, no matter what.

Here is a video1 I took while on my excursion.