The Scarlet Pimpernel has an idea about how to get your opinion about the war or other issues out there.
When you put a sign on the freeway people will read it until someone takes it down.
Depending on its size, content and placement it can be seen by hundreds of thousands of people.
The freeway blogger explains how he came to support guerilla activity.
My father once told me the most amazing thing to occur during his lifetime was the mass suicide at Jonestown in Guyana. Having lived through the depression, World War II and the Cold War, this might seem hyperbolic, but I understood what he meant. By “amazing” I think he meant “incomprehensible”, and had he lived to see September 11th, 2001 I’m sure he would’ve changed his mind.
For me, like many of us, September 11th was the most amazing event to occur during my lifetime, but not for long. As the war drums started beating against Iraq I saw an entire nation almost effortlessly transfer the blame for that day from Osama Bin Laden to Saddam Hussein. And that, without a doubt, is the most amazing thing to occur during my lifetime.
It was at this time, during the lead up to the war, that I first started seeing freewayblogs along the Interstate. Some were small, some were large, draped over walls, wired onto fences and hanging from trees, all of them saying the same thing: “Osama Who?” At least there’s somebody out there, I thought to myself, who feels the same way I do.
As the signs proliferated in numbers and complexity, I started carrying my camera in my car. Little by little I began to realize that this person, or group, through their sheer tenacity, had created an entirely new medium of free speech, using little more than cardboard, paint, duct tape and the freeways. I began to refer to it as “freewayblogging”.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized what an invaluable service the freewayblogger was providing. Every day we’re subjected to thousands of signs, messages and bits of information; 99% of them generated by corporate media and, not coincidentally, almost all of them lies. The signs I saw posted along the freeway were the only ones being made by individuals and practically the only ones that made any sense.
I don’t know why it took me so long, but once I realized I could start making my own freewayblogs, the whole experience of driving changed. The commute I’d driven a thousand times came alive with possibilities, like one large unfolding canvas. Once I decided to join the fight, the world became a more interesting place. Or at least the freeways did.
If you have an opinion that’s not being addressed by corporate media and you have access to cardboard, duct tape and a freeway, consider freewayblogging. Unlike everyone else in the media, you can say, literally, anything you want.
Nobody’s going to fire you.
See some freeway blogging at the Scarlet Pimpernel’s site.