Freedom of slackers
...and wait for that magical day that means we can voteor go and die in a foreign country for our military, since all the guys must register with selective service when we reach the ripe age of 18. We may not be able to buy a beer, but you can put a gun in our hand and send us out to kill or be killed. Wow! Until that day, we cannot slack without the pressure and heat of some "adult" breathing down our necks everytime we relax a little. They assign us with detention or summer school, as if that will encourage us to change our attitudes! They need to get a clue about the way the world works...for us! We have a voice, even if it is not legally represented by votes. Our voices must be heard! We have the rig...