Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances

10 year old jeans, 5 year old sneakers...all nice and broken in, thats my ticket.  

Order is of strictest importance

My idea of sarcasm about the paramount importance of order would include Woody Allen's 1971 film, Bananas:

Hear me people!

From this day on,
the official language
of San Marcos will be Swedish.

ln addition to that,
all persons will be required
to change their underwear
every half hour.

Underwear will be worn on the outside
so we can check.

Furthermore,
everyone under 16 is now SIXTEEN!

Except for that last line.

I am still in a reflective mood after last night's viewing of The Fever, a story upon which no one else here has yet remarked. Both films I mention speak to Delcambre, Lousiana's new law.

We still avoid them--all of my friends. Bad neighborhoods. The people who live in places like that would hurt you, beat you, cut you, kill you. All the ones who would hurt you collect in those neighborhoods, like water in drains. And it's terrible. It's awful. Why should people want to hurt each other? I always say to my friends, We should be glad to be alive. We should celebrate life. We should understand that life is wonderful.

[...]

Yes, but we can't have celebrations in the very same room where groups of people are being tortured, or groups of people are being killed. We have to know, Where we are, and where are the ones who are being tortured and killed? Not in the same room? No--but surely--isn't there any other room we can use? Yes, but we still could hear the people screaming. Well, then--can't we use the building across the street?  Well, maybe--but wouldn't it feel strange to walk by the window during our celebrations and look across at the building we're in now and think about the blood and the deaths and the testicles being crushed inside it?

Who are the ones who are being tortured and killed? It was explained to me: the followers of Marx.

[...]

[You have to believe that] [t]he way the world works is fundamentally not unjust, so the people who want to preserve the world are basically good, and the ones who want to tear it apart, the ones who steal on the street, the thieves, the destroyers, are basically bad. You [...] have to be defined as the highest and most admirable type of human being, while Juana the follower of Marx, who, out of some desperate devotion to the people she loves, offers up her body to the torturer's knife, can only be defined as the lowest and most reprehensible type, one who deserves the punishment of death.

How do you classify white suburban kids that dress the Hip Hop attire.

As dumb as I classify the black kids who do the hip hop stuff...

But no more so than my parents/teachers/etc. classified me for my pegged charcoal pants, pink shirt, white sports coat and pink and black tie.. Oh yeah white buckskin shoes with black and pink argyle socks..and the flattest flat top in the history of the universe... Oh, did I mention the shirt had French Cuffs with gray and pink cuff links???

Yes indeed, a real rebel I was...

If I remember correctly, and I am sure someone will spring to correcting me if I a wrong, the baggy/droopy/oversized look was orginally called the LA Gang Look.. supposedly beloved by gang members because they could conceal their weapons more easily.. could they?

I don't know or care...