Shit got real this year with the arrival of the War on Touror. No longer could citizens freely discuss the Siege of Charleston while meandering through Marion Square, or gingerly ask a pedicab driver to tell them about the Powder Magazine. Ho ho no. Charleston Police cracked down hard on free-wheeling amateur historians, slapping bike taxi driver David Criscitiello with a massive fine for having the audacity to pedal an undercover plain-clothed cop by the Old Exchange Building while explaining it as, "... where a bunch of the slaves were bought and sold, and underneath is the provost dungeon where Blackbeard was (inaudible) for some amount of time." Sure, Criscitello's facts were off and his storytelling subpar at best, but since when is butchering history a crime? I mean, I don't see Glenn Beck behind bars. And wasn't Criscitello merely sharing his interest in the city's past? Until Operation: History Freedom is underway, be sure to tip your rickshaw drivers plenty; they're pedaling through blood, sweat, and fears.