Aryan Hearths in Maine

Licensing Act

This is an extract of the Wikipedia explanation of the Licensing Act 2003:

In turn, "regulated entertainment" is defined as:

a performance of a play,
an exhibition of a film,
an indoor sporting event,
a boxing or wrestling entertainment (both indoors and outdoors),
a performance of live music,
any playing of recorded music, or
a performance of dance
in the presence of an audience (which may be just one person). There are exceptions (e.g., Morris dancing and similar) and refinements (e.g., Karaoke is considered to be music).


Karaoke is music???

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The question is, do people sit about the yard with fires and friends where you live?
Not here in the desert, or at least not as a reguar occurance. It's too hot in summer and wood burning even inside, in a fireplace for heating, is often banned for air quality reasons during winter temperature inversions.

There's also the small problem of obtaining wood for a decent sized bonfire. We just don't have enough trees to generate the kind of "trash woood" you describe them using.
 
Ah, there we are. The law is an ass, says the Bard. But I'm glad you grok enough of it to realize you don't just go in guns blazing. You are correct, I think, and with a good test case and a well spoken constitutional lawyer, this could be done, even in this climate.

BUT

The question is, do people sit about the yard with fires and friends where you live?

Yep. We'll burn anything and sit around and watch it.
 
In most parts of texas you can burn anything anytime, out in the country not the big cities. There was a picture once in the papers of GWB with a chainsaw clearing brush at his ranch, they said just out of the photo was a full blown medical team standing by. You don't think they let him burn that brush do you? I mean heck, this is a guy who invades countries by accident.

I have a relative who lives out in the country, but the small city government there totally sucks. They won't hardly let him cut trees or anything to try to protect the environment, which he wants to do to protect the environment of his land which is choked with trees and brush.

A storm brought down a bunch of the dead and dying brush they wouldn't let him try to save by clearing it out some. Its down by the lake and a huge climb up to the street where they pick up brush, he had a crew drag it all together for burning in big piles.

He called the local fire department who had told him of course he could burn it, all he has to do is call them on the day he wants to do it, to get thier permission and so if calls come in they can tell the callers its a ok fire for burning brush. Everytime he calls they tell him he can't do it that day, the wind might pick up .... or change direction .... or some shit.

Its been almost a year, he has called dozens of times, his beautiful well maintained lakefront has piles of dead brush, a crew gave him an estimate of 1250.00 to haul it up to the street for pick up. He knows in that neighborhood his neighbors would freak and whine about all this dead brush lining his front yard around thier mercedes and lexus and crap waiting for pick up.

In a nutshell, he loves the country area he lives in, and hates the small city government who control everthing he can, and cannot do, on his own property.

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Small cities are often rife with corruption; I worked for one such government, as a firefighter.

A man named Rappaport, I use his real name, came to the city government. The city had a brand new high school, well, less than a decade old. The old one was just a dead loss, sitting unused in town. There were a few school officials who had offices in it, but otherwise, nothing.

Rappaport came from an old rich family in town. They'd been there 70 years, they had their share of millionaires in the family. Rappaport had a proposition for city hall. Let me buy the old high school and convert it to condos, right in town, next to the public library and across the street from the post office. Schoolhouse Apartments, I'll call it. We'll all make money on the deal.

I am terribly sorry, Mr. Rappaport! There is not enough parking. It isn't feasible because of the poor parking situation. Pity. We can never get zoning.

Eight years later, a fellow named Baldacci, I use his real name, came to city hall with the same proposal. That family had been in town a hundred ten years and had more than its fair share of multimillionaires in it. Plus they were Catholic. Plus the state legislator was named Baldacci. Plus the head of one of the major political parties' central committee was named Baldacci.

Schoolhouse Apartments, Mr. B? Great idea! We can certainly get zoning for that! There isn't enough parking, but right across the street is a city parking lot, Abbott Square, and we will give you two dozen parking slots in Abbott Square. Then it will work! We'll all make money on the deal!
 
See if you can find the name of the current governor of Maine. Corruption.

Or, as they call it among themselves, networking.
 
Yep. We'll burn anything and sit around and watch it.

Damn tootin. Thanks. I now have examples from Michigan, Mass, Maine, and Australia. Also Chicagoland. Even, in some ways, Britain. Not Las Vegas, though, but that is understandable.
 
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