THE "I WANT WHAT YOU GOT!" MENTALITY GOING STRONG

So, this guy, Todd Prager, lives in the city of Lake Oswego, and works for the City of Tigard.  When he bought his 2588 sq.ft. house on a street just off Country Club Rd., he was informed that he had no access rights to Oswego Lake, since it was privately owned, just like the Oswego Country Club, the Oswego Golf Course, and the Oswego Hunt Club; but at least he could access the swim park at the west end of the lake.  He understood those terms, commonly called CC&R's by realtors, and he chose to purchase the house anyway. 
Ah, but then Mr. Prager visited Sundeleaf Plaza, the newest public park in Lake Oswego.  There he could see that small part of the lake called "Lakewood Bay."  He could see ski boats; he could see the people swimming, the paddleboarders, the wakeboarders, and all those people enjoying the water of  Oswego Lake.  Privately-owned Oswego Lake.  And he saw homes. He saw homes far more desirable than his own. He saw bigger homes, he saw nicer homes, more expensive homes than his, right there on the shore of Oswego Lake. And he became very, very covetous.  He wanted a piece of that pie in the window, knowing full well that it was not ever his, and that he had earlier scorned it.  But greed is a powerful temptress, and, if he couldn't have a boat on the lake because it is on privately-owned property, he needed to do something, anything... Oh, he knew that Oswego Lake a manmade lake and is fed by an unnavigable canal and some spring creeks, nevertheless he became wistful.  He became pensive.  Then he became jealous.  He became very jealous of the people playing on the lake. Then he became angry.  He became angry at the people who owned the lake.  He became angry that they had something he wanted but could never, ever afford.  He became angry because the property owners had formed a Private Corporation to manage and protect the lake long, long before he was born.  And he became furious that he was being denied something which was never meant to be his at all.  (I hope his wife is alert, if you know what I mean.)
So Mr. Prager did what all covetous little people do:  he ran whining to the City Government of Lake Oswego, based on the spurious claim that the three lakeside public parks entitled the general public to full and continuous use of the lake. He became sort of a one-man "Occupy" movement, perhaps minus the dung and drugs.  Of course, he cares not a whit for the public's imaginary right to trespass:  he simply wants HIS access to the private property, but without the tedious burdens of increased taxation, Corporation dues and assessments, and the various fees paid by the lake property owners. Nor did he want any truck with the fees paid by the hundreds of "easement right" properties which, although not sited on the lakefront, were nevertheless granted access to the lake for swimming and boating.  (Actually, there are more families who DON'T live on the lake but have useage rights than there are lakefront families.)  They all have what he wants, and they all pay dearly for their private access to the privately-owned Oswego Lake.  Ah, but Mr. Prager, being the anointed special case that he is, wants their rights for himself, just without those cost burdens and all.
I will not stoop to calling Mr. Prager a "socialist," a "crackpot," nor any other label:  I have never met the man.  But his actions and his words reveal volumes about his character, and of the nature of his desires.  His greed is blatant.  His cupidity is the stuff of legend.  His selfish disregard for the property rights of others: unfathomable.  John the Apostle named "the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the boastful pride of life" as being most detrimental to healthy character. In that light, I offer this suggestion to Mr. Prager, the City Arborist for Tigard: 
I have a friend, Mr. Prager, let's call him "Jack."
"Jack" owns some acreage near Amity, and he has a lovely, large natural spring fed pond on his property.  The pond abuts the public road which, according to your own written words, renders that pond available for public access.  Therefore, I urge you, Mr. Prager, to visit "Jack's" acreage, perhaps even park on that road's shoulder, and enjoy your imaginary right to "public access" to "Jack's" tempting pond.  Oh, and before I forget, "Jack," in addition to the acreage and the lovely pond which he owns, well, "Jack" also owns a beautiful Ithaca over-and-under 12-gauge shotgun, and, trust me, Todd, he knows how to use it.  Still, I'm certain that "Jack" would be more than willing to demonstrate to you both his right to private property as well as his shotgun expertise, "up close and personal."
You see, Mr. Prager, private property is just that, privately-owned.  Sort of like "Jack's" pond, my home, and your own home.  Let's say your home abuts Atwater Street, a publicly-owned thoroughfare in the city of Lake Oswego, and is therefore, by your own perverse rationale, available to the general public to use or misuse as desired.  Since you seem to believe that "all water in the state belongs to the State," I expect that you will have the tub filled with warm, not tepid, water and awaiting my pleasure.  Oh, incidentally, I think I may have some sort of intestinal "flu," but the warm water in your tub shouldn't cause us any problems.  I hope.  At least I can shower off, right Todd? 
Have a nice day.

-neon leon