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and then our exile

Friday, December 05, 2003 at 4:23 p.m.

PAUL CELLUCCI IS IN EDMONTON MONDAY NIGHT PRESENTING AWARDS TO GARRISON SOLDIERS FOR "BRAVERY" IN AFGHANISTAN
we're organizing action: be there. If only a Presence of people of conscience at the back somewhere, with banners or something...
the whole "pie in the face" deal which someone else brought up is, when you get to the bottom of it, a waste of pie as well as an unnecessary court case, and my stomach can think of other uses for the pie and doesn't appreciate court cases. and so we might instead be "eating pie in protest": happyifying the stomach, avoiding the court case, and including pie in there as well. pie is good. yes.

anyhow. i sent out an email of slingshots and AK's, but since have stopped to think and have realized that wasn't such a great idea--both Malcolm Az*nia/Minister_F*ust and Alan Cliff reminded me that intelligence agency-software doesn't have an irony-filter and is on the lookout for things of acts of violence + political figures = security certificate. and, um, i don't want to give Kevan and Peggy further reason to bring security certificates up at EC(KN)AWAR meetings (not that i have anything against, but just that they seem to...dominate?), and so should sleep before the leap. or make before the bake. or something.
Really, though: what can one do when one only catches sobering thoughts after the fact? ("woops! carnivore! missed me that time!" doesn't work all that well when there's no way of knowing.) Apologies don't do much in retrospect--after simmering for a while, it's as though steam just kerwhackled when i heard pc is most probably in e on m. i had simple "picket_lines" in there at first, and should've left it that way.

strange how naive we get sometimes. but still: i allowed steam to kerwhackle, which was a mistake, and am now going to forget about it until the CSIS agent arrives at the door. I'll send the roosters after 'im. Yes.

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