by Anna Von Reitz
The New Republic v. The Old Republic:
An Analogous Story
You decide to take your wife out for
her birthday to the finest restaurant in town. At first everything seems
normal. Somewhere between the second and third course, however, the head waiter
and two of the waitresses strip naked. They just go on about their jobs, but
you can tell from your wife's face and the silent glances being passed by other
patrons that no, you are not losing your mind and imagining things. Some other
naked waiters roll curtain partititions in, sectioning off a portion of the
restaurant and soon, behind that flimsey partition, a real live orgy begins.
You know what is going on. Everyone in the room knows what is going on. You
can hear it--- the thumping and bumping, the sex talk, the moaning and sighing.
It's obvious, and yet, except for the naked waitresses, everything on your side
of the restaurant goes on as normal.
You pass glances with your wife, and
with the guy at the table next to you. He shrugs and goes on eating. You find
yourself wondering things like--- are orgies against the law in California?
Does it matter if its a public or private orgy? How do you define "public" and
"private"? You are in shock, but your salad is served and you pick up your
fork. Your wife follows your lead. Just as you are beginning to taste the
tomato and wrap your head around this circumstance, two uniformed policemen show
up. You think--- "Thank God!" You assume that they know the law and are going
to address the situation, but no, to your amazement, they strip naked and
disappear behind the partition, too.
The Governor and his wife and a group
of celebrities arrive, the mayor of your fair city---- and they all do the same
thing. They all strip naked in front of your incredulous eyes and disappear
behind that partititon. Another naked waitress appears and asks if you would
like dessert? From the catatonic look on your wife's face you shake your head
and ask for the bill. When the waitress returns with your credit card she leans
way over in a suggestive manner and puts her naked nipple about three inches
away from your lips. Your wife looks like she is about to stand up and smack
someone--- either the waitress or you, and you aren't sure
which.
Driving home your mind is still in a
welter. The whole thing is so bizarre. You look up the California Statutes and
yes, it would appear that orgies are illegal, but who would you tell?
