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"“How many naked people can fit in a public plaza?”
That’s the question posed by the poster for a “nude in” protest scheduled for noon Saturday September 24 in San Francisco’s Castro Commons Plaza.
Except in rare instances, the police tolerate public nudity in the City by the Bay. But one city supervisor wants to improve sanitary conditions (and the city’s image) by requiring nudists to cover up just a little in restaurants and place a towel under their posteriors when sitting on public benches.
Even hardcore nudists recognize the proper etiquette of such behavior, but they fear codifying the restrictions will start the city down a totalitarian slippery slope toward banning public nudity altogether. Of course. That’s how dictators always start. (“First, we’ll make the undesirables use towels. No, wait…first we’ll make them sip tea with their pinkie extended…”)
One supporter of the protest guffawed the oft-used (but moronic) talking point, “Hey, we’re all BORN naked.” I hope the “birthday suit” regression logic doesn’t catch on. Otherwise, we’ll soon have plazas filled with adults who drag their umbilical cords around while their mothers tag along and scream, “An epidural! I demand an epidural!”
The protesters like to wrap themselves in the American flag (metaphorically speaking), fancying themselves as heirs of the Founding Fathers. But some of them make a mockery of the whole “all men are created equal” mantra. (Why is it that those least likely to value modesty are often the ones with the most to be modest ABOUT?) At least they do invite a dialogue, as in “Hey, mister, my boom box got lost in one of your wrinkles.” And I have actually seen history book passages about “life, liberty and the pursuit of triple-digit SPF.”"
La fin de l'argumentaire:
http://blog.cagle.com/2011/09/the-buck-nakedness-stops-here/
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