Fasciste and the Miseducation of David Tyler

I had thought maybe I’d design a clothing line labeled fasciste—a cute line of swastikas and berets for the neo-Nazi in us all, but this is better.

One of the hallmarks of a fascist regime is the establishment of martial law and the conveyance of executive and judiciary powers to the stormtroopers nee police who claim ostensibly that they are keepers of the peace, yet, in fact are the wielders of terror.
The power most often assumed, although not necessarily legally by the police is that of sublimating any and all civil rights of the citizenry in the name of preserving the reich/Right/-wing of the state.
This power is wielded when a police officer demands of the civilian his or her right (?!) to exist--namely, his or her name, and confirmation of such by means of a state-issued identification card. All concerns for the right to privacy/right to identity are overwhelmed by the police officer’s demand for I.D., whether or not there is evidence or even suspicion of a crime. (Assuming the demand itself is not the crime in question!)
I remain unconvinced that within the American system of laws, at least those that take prima facie the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, there is anywhere conferred to the policeman, as representative of the executive branch of the government, this sort of power legitimately. Thus, most explicitly the Fifth Amendment relieves one from incriminating oneself.
I think, therefore I am, as per Socrates.
I am real; therefore, I am, as per Descartes.
I am not a criminal. Tupac.
I am human, therefore I am not animal nor inanimate object nor ether, by which I am entitled to certain unalienable rights viz. Life, Liberty, Pursuit of Happiness et al as per Hobbes, Locke, Hume and others including luminaries such as James Madison, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington, Alexander Hamilton, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Payne, Patrick Henry, etc.
It is the common conception that upon the convictions of these leaders freedom has prevailed in Western society, and that specifically it was by their dissent from the evil proclamations of tyrants, the rule by arms, by force, by fear that we as a species, much less a society have dared to approach something which might be called civility.
Thus, I reject the claim to power of the police, who would break the spirits, and by their whim, the bodies of those that would not yield up their names upon demand.
Thus, I reject the claim to power of the police, who would strike first, perhaps of boredom, perhaps of machissimo, perhaps of the unacknowledged-yet-very-real demands of their commanders to match a quota of arrests and terrorizations to fulfill, secure, and justify their existence.
Anchored in the belief of non-violent resistance, I draw my inspiration from those of the aforementioned who scored injury via pen and word, rather than sword and gun--most especially by lampoon, mockery, and ridicule of those who seemed most ridiculous (terrifying though they were.)
I hold no vow to incriminate myself, especially when it is clear that a police officer has taken upon himself the mantles of judge, jury, and executioner as it were. With a sneer of contempt I cast any name is his teeth and fart in his general direction.
Hence, what could be funnier than the charges of “giving false information to a police officer” (after an arrest involving excessive-force and refusal of miranda-rights culminating in a horrible night spent in jail, subjected to the humiliating degradation of mug shots, fingerprinting, and background checks i.e. amassing the mighty sum of one’s educational, vocational, medical, digital, and papyral—much less physical—history) than the summons to court addressed to a name not my own?
That is to say, that the charges in and of themselves regard a false persona (at least one not known to live at my address) and subsequently ought to be construed as false! Truly hilarious is the fact that the addressee, David Tyler, indicates neither myself nor the name I initially gave the police, David Taylor...
Is the point I wish to emphasize—The Dictatorship of the Absurd—not made more poignantly/moronically than this?
I doubt very much that selling cupcakes frosted with swastikas would have been so elegant.
Dan Tyler is an ethnographic researcher, essayist, and documentary film maker. After graduating cum laude at the University of California, Los Angeles, he now pursues graduate studies in Multimedia Communications at the Academy of Art University in San Francisco. He can be reached at danieltyler@mac.com