Freedom of Speech Also Means I Can Tell You to Go Fuck Yourself

Flipping the bird by antsphotography Flickr Creative Commons

Some years back, I used to DJ for Peacock Room’s Happy Hour. Peacock Room existed in Orlando’s Mills 50 District. At a table, I played tunes off my laptop. Fuck those who hate laptop DJs because this gig earned me nice tips, especially when I played 80s new wave/punk music.

One particular night, I played any damned thing. Fuck sounding trendy. I just wanted people to have a good time. If ABBA caused booties to shake, “Dancing Queen” earned a spot on my playlist.

During this night, I played “Supersonic” by JJ FAD. My buddy Jay was standing next to me. Jay is a big dude who normally wears his blonde hair short. Around the same time, he and I both attended Lake Howell High School. One year, we shared the same art class.

A white guy walked up to the table. He wore a ball cap, t-shirt and shorts. I didn’t know what the fuck he was, a hip hop hipster or an EDM hipster.

With thumbs down, he said, “Sucks.”

Then, I said, “Whatever, man.”

“Freedom of Speech,” he said as he walked off.

I looked at Jay and said, “I hate when people pull that.”

Once you think about it, the idiot really wasn’t being brave. After taking a verbal swing at me, he ran and hid behind Freedom of Speech.

Then, Jay said something I would never forget.

He said, “I also have the Freedom of Speech to tell you to go fuck yourself.”

Jay’s words rung true. What I was supposed to do? Stand there and let Idiot Boy insult me? All because of his Freedom of Speech?

I believe in Freedom of Speech. Say what you want. More power to you. Still, like Jay said, a person also owns the right to tell you to go fuck yourself.

Freedom of Speech, my ass. Freedom of Speech does not mean folks have to tolerate your foolishness.

You can’t swallow the consequences when using Freedom of Speech? Then, keep your fuckin’ mouth shut.

Photo by antsphotography.


About Patrick Scott Barnes

Most of Central Florida knows Stone Crazy (Patrick Scott Barnes) as a poet. Yet, he also photographs, DJ and blogs. The rest of the time, the now sober blogger guzzles Diet Coke in Central Florida nightspots.
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