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Disappointment
I don't know. Maybe I'm expecting just a little too much from my free blogging utilities. I didn't think that posting 2 pictures would be too taxing on old Blogger here, but I guess I was wrong.

And so, my plans for an update regarding the protests that took place during Dubya's visit here last Wednesday are ruined. RUINED! It's too bad, because I had some really cool pictures of the event, in which a good 4 - 5,000 people took to the streets to let George know that we don't take kindly to war criminals here in Canada. It was a pretty spirited showing, and it was nice to see a diverse crowd that wasn't entirely made up of teenagers and college kids. Thanfully the whole thing was pretty peaceful, unlike the unfortunate protests in Ottawa. It's always a shame when things like this go bad, because it just turns the whole thing into a joke. "If activists are to be taken seriously with regards to social protest, they must, at all times, be prepared to meet the use of force with absolute passivity. - mblog"

The whole thing was just an excuse for the Canadian higher-ups to pat the Americans on the back, which of course they wasted no time in doing. Bush delivered a delightfully brown-nosing speech, keeping the audience happy, as he always does, with the same playful, Southern "i'm an unintelligible moron," charm that somehow won him the election. Amid the inevitable beef jokes, George thanked us Atlantic Canadians for sheltering hundreds of thousands of wayward Americans during the whole 9/11 thing, and of course, hinted at hopes for future cooperation in his disgusting Ballistic Missile Defense program, which is something that all of us peaceful and patriotic Canadians ought to be very opposed to.

Check out ceasefire.ca to learn how to make your voice heard in the Ballistic Missile Defense controversy. Send a letter to Paul Martin and tell him that we don't want any part of George's unilateral fuckery, and that we don't support the profiteering defense companies that create and sell mass death.

There's No Place Like Home
15 days now until I'm back home in Newfoundland for the holidays. Life is good here in Halifax now that I have some friends to hang out with, but it doesn't ever quite match up to life at home. Grand Falls Windsor may be the asshole of the civilized world, but hey, it's home. Nowhere else in the world will you hear phrases like, "Buddy, tell me yer name, 'less yer wants yer head trowed a boulder at it," or "Hard mop on skipper." Nowhere else in the world will you find such a rich subculture of inbred hicks who want nothing more than to be black, or rampant rainbow parties amongst groups of dying-to-be-cool 13 year-old girls. I hate the place so much that I could rant on and on forever about how it's the world's epicenter of superficiality, where absolutely everything is taken for face value and the clothes you wear and the length of your hair matters a thousand times more than what you've got in your head or heart, but the fact is that I somehow fucking adore the place at the same time. I think that it's because the group of friends I have at home are the absolute best; 15-or-so like-minded souls who managed to find each other through the mess of wiggers and rumor-whoring morons. Probably because we just didn't fit in anywhere else. I can't wait to get home and party with these guys, to surround myself with friends and family, and enjoy having my clothes washed for me and my meals cooked for me. I can't wait to do nothing. Not that I do much anyway, but hey, at least I won't have to feel guilty about it.

Writer's block is getting bad. I don't have much to say about anything anymore. Hopefully it'll blow over as school comes to an end, and I'll begin posting rampantly again.

posted by Sylpheed @ 4:01 PM