"Grown men shouldn't do that sort of thing in public.  It's disgusting.  The government needs to protect my child."

A straight family, with a twelve month old presumably straight baby boy, were walking down the street in an undisclosed American tourist town in Massechusets, on the coast, on a large island with an Air Force Base at one end, at the other end a peninsula, when they couldn't help but notice what can only be described as a grown man knitting.  After waking passed the knitter, given enough time for the disturbing image to burn into the hearts and minds of the straight couple, and after they were ought of ear shot, the straight man turned to his lovely adoring wife of nine years, and said, "Honey, do you see that?"  The knitter was described as a tough biker looking dude, white male, dressed in black leather, a black studded cap, legs crossed, sitting on a porch in a rocking chair, minding his own business, and knitting for all the world to see.  "This is an outrage.  I shouldn't have to see this.  I just came to see the huge Mayflower stone pillar thing, and the site of the Marconi antenna, you know, first radio contact across the Atlantic.   What if my child had been old enough to understand?  What gives those people the right?  Somebody ought to pass a law.  This is America, and my child should be free not to see that.  It really disturbed me.  The image haunts me almost every day.  My job has been outsourced;  I'm unemployeed.  That could have been me, broken, whipped, dressed in black leather, sitting on a porch, knitting.  This can't be happening.  I have a wife and child.  Is this the end of marriage and family values?  Unable to sleep?  It's so easy to fall into the trap, tie straight string into little twisted knots.  Anyone can do it.  But grown men shouldn't do that, at least not in plain site.  The government needs to protect my child."