For three decades, former Marine-turned-Rastafarian Joseph Diliberti has lived on his three acres of paradise deep in rural eastern San Diego County: building clay dwellings, playing his flute, reading Thoreau ("I went into the woods because I wished to live deliberately") and radiating peace and harmony.
But six years ago when the local fire district sent him a bill for $27,552 for cutting down what firefighters characterized as fire-prone weeds on his property, he declined to pay, just as Thoreau refused to pay his delinquent poll taxes.
Shorter: Fuckin' with an old hippie. Fire suppression is important in California, but this is bureaucratic government interference of the worst kind, from sending a private contractor onto someone's land to threatening him.
I guess sometimes, just sometimes, the teabaggers are right about government.