You Have the Right to Say it. I Have the Right to Walk Away.
Freedom of speech means defending someone's right to say things you find absolutely fucking ridiculous. But it doesn't mean you're obligated to stand beside them while they say it. When a Facebook post appears to take aim at my identity and the woman I'm going to marry, the abstract principles of liberty suddenly become personal. You don't have to agree with me, understand me, or even like me. But don't confuse your right to speak with my obligation to stand there and take it.
I Just Wanted to Know What the Fucking Camera Was
I just wanted to know what the fucking camera was. Instead, I found myself wandering through ordinances, policies, contracts, departments, and a municipal bureaucracy so complicated that understanding my own city government became a fucking research project. Government belongs to us. It shouldn't require a map through the labyrinth to figure out what the hell it's doing.