suv`s are obviously an unecesary risk to the current population mainly
because of their gratutiously unecessary use of irreplacable resources -
the current doubling of oil prices is directly attributable to their growth
in the USA and Europe -oil demand is forecast to double in the next 20
years but supply will possibly drop by 25 % this problem would disappear if
the use of road fuel in the USA dropped by 15% -banning SUVs or restricting
them to non heated non AC agricultural types would achieve this overnight
and also reduce pedestian deaths by 8 %. All governments world wide must act
immediatley to suppress the yank tank invasion! -DESMODUS

It makes sense to me. But it won't be the governments of the
world--they are either in complicity or simply intimidated--but the
people of the world that can make the difference.


In the meantime we can talk about the Law of the Jungle...

"When the Law of the Land is the Law of the Jungle"

"One who breaks the law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who
willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the
conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality
expressing the highest respect for law." --Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

The Law of the Jungle (that gives name to my homepage) was inspired by
the injustice of the bicycles (little animals) having no space in the
jungle roads. And that's exactly evident in this article: The Law of
the Land is the Law of the Jungle...

The Law of the Land
by Laura J. Sharp

Ripping around the corner at breakneck speeds, Maverick, Unit 07, Bike
Courier, lays on the brakes in front of one of those giant glass oil
company buildings in downtown Calgary. He skids to a halt, bounces off
his bike, and locks it to the racks outside the building. He zips past
several suits in his mad sprint to get into the building and deliver
his trip.

Several of the suits turn and glare at him as he runs. What is it in
their eyes? Is that hate? Or is it jealousy? When Maverick returns,
speeding faster because of inertia. He climbs on to his bike and zips
off down the bike ramp towards the road, only to be stopped at the end
of the ramp by an officer of the law. The law is upheld and physics is
stopped. Maverick receives his ticket.

This is one small event in the daily life of a courier, as they dodge
glares, outrun shouts and profanities, and try to monitor the
co-ordinates of the police officers "just doing their jobs." Never
mind the onslaught of three million tons of steel whizzing past the
bike riders every day. When asked why he got the ticket Maverick
replies:

"...Irate secretary bitches from hell breathing down your neck, all in
the name of greed from management breathing down their neck for their
millions of dollars in your courier bag, which they can't get (there)
any damn quicker than on a bicycle in the inner city core. And they're
more than happy to cut you off on the way to the office to check on
those millions you have in your bag. See, it all comes down to a
greedy suit pig."

The Bike Couriers are a community of people providing a necessary and
essential service to the same community of people who would love to
see them squished against the side of a bus, or taken down by a
S.W.A.T. team for trying to deliver their envelopes. It is this
community that the couriers serve, who file complaints to city hall
demanding by-laws for their own protection against "these hoodlums who
defile the streets and threaten the safety of the pedestrians," as one
downtown suit put it. Or as Stephanie Keer from the Calgary Sun, circa
1990, put it "(the Bike Couriers are) evil daredevils, and idiots."

(snip)

So yes, bike riders are a threat to the common security of the
populace that is released upon the streets every weekday at noon. But
the common security is merely a sense, a false prophet that dictates
the ruin of not only those that enforce the silly laws, but those that
rely upon the silly laws for a sense of protection from the wild world
of the free spirit.

The free spirit that owns the world of couriers. The free spirit that
owns the wind and those that choose to ride in it. The free spirit
that flies at the back of Maverick, Unit 07, as he tears up to the
next office tower made of glass.

It is this freedom that prevents the Bike Courier from ever being
caught. Caught within a self-defeating dome of glass and oil, and
trapped from the outside world where reality still reigns.

more...

http://www.angelfire.com/ct/cmwd/ls.html

http://committed.to/justiceforpeace