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April 07, 2003
Long week, but ultimately satisfying.
Ended up in two newspapers after the five day
sprint to build site. Hot maafucking damn. See
the results on Canada.com.
They're hot.
Impressions from the day: hippies, speeches, music.
Police. More police. Police pulling us over. Yes.
I have been added to the dissident database. What
are we edging up on these days?
The exact thing that happened: I finish my little
gasmask dance on Parliament hill. It tittilates
the crowd. Fifteen minutes in tempuratures of
-4 deg. Celsius, and a wind chill of -13 deg.
Celsius. The cold doesn't kick in until afterwards.
Place parka over near naked body. Walk, with crew,
back to underground parking lot. An undercover
police follows us. He, and his undercover fellows
are so obviously police that three of us independently
identify them before undercover police with headphones
follows us.
We drive out of parking lot. Four blocks later,
we are pulled over. The police ask a number of
questions, take the driver's ID, and sit in police
car behind us for a full fifteen minutes.
Police Quote 1: We're identifying people that
are leaving the rally. We've had some problems.
Police Quote 2: Did you enjoy the speeches? Were
there any good speeches?
Police Quote 3: How do you people know each other?
The most ridiculous part of being lightly harassed
by police, and likely added to a very real dissident
database somewhere, is that we were there supporting
government position on the war. That's right.
We're right behind Jean Chretien on this one.
So why are the police tracking people that fully
support not joining an unsanctioned military action?
Why not follow out the fucking meat plow with
the American flags that keeps stomping back and
forth like he's got a gun rack up the ass?
Remember, just cause I got a gasmask doesn't mean
I have any chemical weapons.
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