What is considered "freedom" often consists of whose ox is being gored. Scratch the most ardent supporter of liberty hard enough and you'll find their pet issue. Blogger #9, who normally plays Bomb-Throwing Anarchist to SayUncle's Republican Party Reptile, has found his: Mosquitoes.
Well, not actual mosquitoes as such, but an electronic gizmo designed to reproduce that annoying high-frequency whine like the one emanating from the electron gun in front of me right now. What? You can't hear it? Neither can most adults. To both Lhasa Apsos and a certain subset of people, however, it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. Of utmost importance to a particular category of business owner is the fact that that subset of people includes the Clearasil Crowd.
Previously in England the only legal way to keep the lobby of your apartment building or swank boutique free of idling skate wanks was to put up signs saying "No Skate Wanks", which was useless, or playing Barry Manilow tunes at high volume, which had the unfortunate side effect of keeping people with both money and unatrophied taste buds away as well as the facially-pierced loiterers you were actually trying to repel. The Mosquito gave proprietors a unique tool that repelled people with neck tattoos and no money, but was inaudible to their target demographic. This annoys #9 who, while being no more skate wank-y than your average blogger, sees it as infringing on the right of teenagers to loiter wherever they please. In his latest post, he asks readers if they are still as sanguine about this barbarous device now that it is making its appearance on our fair shores.
You know what? I am. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. Well, let me rephrase that: The noise the Mosquito makes probably does bother me, but I can remedy that by (and here's a radical idea, folks, so try to bear with me) not patronizing establishments using it. Shocking, no? In a land where we allegedly have freedom of association, that is the proper answer to private businesses that have clouds of cigar smoke, no wheelchair ramps, membership policies that exclude women, "Whites Only" signs, or Britney Spears tunes being played at 170dB. If a business's policies offend you, don't shop there. Encourage friends and family to not shop there. Let the place die on the vine, strangled by their own stupidity. (Or, alternatively, let it thrive but without your help.) Isn't that better than passing yet another damn law?