Unfortunately, I am involved in a freedom ride protesting the loss of the minority rights belonging to the few remaining earthbound stars. All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

All we demanded was our right to twinkle.

Many of us persons of the tinted persuasion care about human rights and artistic freedom too.

But we do not merely protest; we make renewed demand for freedom in that vast kingdom of the human spirit where freedom has ever had the right to dwell:the expressing of thought to unstuffed ears; the dreaming of dreams by untwisted souls.

We do, to what extent of freedom we have earned or are allowed by others and ourselves, what we most want to do. We say - speak, paint, carve, write, express ourselves...as we damn please. And in both the doing of things and the talking about them - which together seem to me to sum up life - we so crave freedom or liberty or whatever one may choose to call it as to justify our Declaration's romantically terming it an unalienable right of Man, bestowed on Man by his Creator.

I know up on top you are seeing great sights, But down here on the bottom, We too should have rights.

Each of us has a short ride on this earth and as long as we stay in our lane, and don't affect someone else's ride, we should be allowed to drive as we see fit.

We are asserting our right to demonstrate, our right to free speech.

When we lose the right to be different, we lose the privilege to be free.
Freedom

Each of us is a tiny being, permitted to ride on the outermost skin of one of the smaller planets for a few dozen trips around the local star.

I know, up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here at the bottom we, too, should have rights.

We didn't love freedom enough.

When we lose the right to be diffrent, we lose the right to be free.

We know how precious freedom is and how painful it is to be deprived of it.