November 14th, 2001


Another Walk on the Politcal Side

On my way home last night I was sitting alone in the inside of one of the Metro seats. At the Foggy Bottom/George Washington University stop, a young man sits next to me with a flier in hand from A.N.S.W.E.R., or, Act Now to Stop the War and End Racism. I read it over his shoulder with little subtlety and with even less subtlety laugh deliberately out loud. Granted, some of the things that had been committed to ink upon this sheet of dead tree were preposterous enough (see this for the pdf of the actual thing he was reading): they refer to the fact that the US is targeting a “network of terrorists” as a “dangerous myth”, break the shocking report that news about the war is censored, and say that (of course I can’t find it on this page, but it’s been burned in my memory from reading it last night) the way to end the war is to learn from the Vietnam War and rally the “intelligent” people together to protest it.

Now, while this is all very comical to read and to think that someone took the time to write it out, post it on the web and then download and print it, the funniest thing to me is that it must have come from a GW Student, the same white-collar coke-sniffing daddy’s-Jag-driving trust fund kids who protested GW Bush for being a white-collar coke-sniffing daddy’s-Jag-driving trust fund kid. The same kids who protested the University’s shutting down the dorms for the weekend of the proposed World Bank protest for fear that the protest might put their lives and the condition of the dorms in jeopardy. I’m sure some of us thought a war and the deaths of thousands of their countrymen (and relatives, I’m sure, as a big chunk of the kids who can actually afford to go to this college come from affluent New York/New Jersey homes who probably have a family member or two who met their demise in the WTC) would open their eyes, but alas, it’s just something else to protest.

These kids need to have something shake some sense into them. In the meantime, however, I will simply regard their self-centered egoism as a source for my evening glee.

Brightening the snide comment at a time.

I’m feeling a little caustic today. After a bizarre exchange with one of my supervisors this morning over single hyphens versus double hyphens that I really couldn’t explain fully enough to be understood without a long, drawn out entry. Let’s just say at the end of it, I was asked by a grown man if I had a “sass-mouth”.

I went to drop off some film during lunch. The place I take my film is about ten blocks away, a decent walk, but something I was certainly in no mood for, so I walked to the metro, took it the one stop to the photo place and the one stop back. While walking back to the metro after dropping off the film, I am accosted by blonde-haired, blue-eyed, windbreaker-wearing Greenpeace volunteers. The first, a girl, grins, says hello, and asks me if I have a minute to talk to her about Greenpeace. I say, “sorry, I sure don’t.” The second, a boy, standing not seven feet from the girl, gives me a forced ear-to-ear, waves his hand at me and says “Hi!!! Do you have a minute for Greenpeace?” Feeling my oats, I answer, “I have a minute, but not for Greenpeace!”

I have nothing against Greenpeace. I don’t really have anything for them either, especially not money or time. But that’s beside the point. The real reason I said that to him was to see the dropped jaw and wide eyes that he responded with, and to give him something to tell his co-volunteers about. I can’t just sit idly by and let other people have an eventless day now, can I?

Writing this out reminds me about how I got another god-damn call from the State Troopers Association last night. The guy called and introduced himself and said who he was with. I interrupted him by asking for his name again and reminded him that this was the second time he personally had called me and the third time I’ve had to tell someone from his association that I was not interested. I told him this was not a way to get money out of me and he said he was sorry for bothering me.

Fucking Pigs.
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