“Uh, no honey, it wasn’t like that. See, me and the guys were protesting all of these nudie bars and adult bookstores. So, see, you should be thanking me for protecting The Children, not giving me a bunch of crap for being out all weekend.”
Harold Adams has an article in the Louisville Courier Journal about a group that is taking a bus tour of the area’s sexually-oriented businesses. I recall (vaguely) taking a similar bus trip during one of my buddy’s bachelor parties in Columbus, Ohio. Only we weren’t protesting. Unless “protesting” is a euphemism for “drinking from a keg between establishments.”
These people are a real piece of work. Having seen reference to these clowns in USA Today, I veered off at the Uniontown exit several months back to have a look. These people were aggressive, shouting, standing in front of the car to slow it in order to snap photos. Real nice bunch of morality cops, saving me from myself like that.
Anyway, I went to their website, and their leader (John Reneer) is a paroled convict having done time for armed robbery, sodomy, and murder. I guess I should feel lucky their intrusions into my personal space weren’t a bit more comprehensive.
I don’t want such businesses in my back yard, but understand they have a First Amendment right to operate where they are currently operating. I know my community (the politicians, that is) are working hard to pass ordinances that would make it next to impossible for adult businesses to be built in my town.
An adult bookstore in my backyard would be a distraction, but no more than the meth lab in my side yard was (or rather, my nextdoor neighbor’s side yard). Ah, the pleasures of midwest living.