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K, updating after a while. Guess the fact that I was surrounded by people who appreciate Tarantino kind of put me off. Anyway, exceptional circumstances make me want to update, as I actually have something interesting to tell you all. My clean record has at last been tarnished, I've been arrested for the first time. And hopefully not the last. :)
Well, guess it had to happen sometime soon. I've been getting more radical by the week. For the past few months, I've been meeting intellectuals and radicals on about the same level as me, and I have found out about some quite radical organizations. I have friends who take part in The Dissident Voice (dissidentvoice.org, methinks) and Sherman Skolnick's Report (skolnicksreport.com), which I had been reading for a while back in the states. And all was well.
Trouble is, I was there at a protest against Aznar led by Derechos para Tod@s, a major Spanish anarchist organization, which of course branches out across Europe. It was fine at first but then some twit throws a bottle or something at one of policemen that were there following us, giving them the perfect chance to fuck everything up. Idiot, really. So, I, in pacifist idealism, go up to one and tell him that it was really an accident and that the protest was non-violent, and he quite forcefully pushed me away, and I called him a thing or two that weren't very wise to say to someone stronger than you and armed with a pistol. So he grabs me, and tells me to repeat. I calmly oblige, and he arrests me for contempt. Course, I didn't really do anything, so they had to let me off with a warning and my parents just had to come pick me up at the station. My mother was hysterical and saying I was too young to be involved in this stuff, but my father said nothing. Later, when she went to bed early in tears, my father says he is disappointed with me, then smiles and says he had expected me to start a year or two later. :) My father was just like me at my age, but the lucky batard had someone concrete (Franco) to fight, wheras I'm stuck fighting the more obscure target of capitalist society.
Oh, and it's my birthday Saturday. :) Will be 15.
Oh, and got a Pink Floyd flag from one of my buddies. Taped it to the wall. Shows the Dark Side of the Moon prism. w00t!
Well, guess it had to happen sometime soon. I've been getting more radical by the week. For the past few months, I've been meeting intellectuals and radicals on about the same level as me, and I have found out about some quite radical organizations. I have friends who take part in The Dissident Voice (dissidentvoice.org, methinks) and Sherman Skolnick's Report (skolnicksreport.com), which I had been reading for a while back in the states. And all was well.
Trouble is, I was there at a protest against Aznar led by Derechos para Tod@s, a major Spanish anarchist organization, which of course branches out across Europe. It was fine at first but then some twit throws a bottle or something at one of policemen that were there following us, giving them the perfect chance to fuck everything up. Idiot, really. So, I, in pacifist idealism, go up to one and tell him that it was really an accident and that the protest was non-violent, and he quite forcefully pushed me away, and I called him a thing or two that weren't very wise to say to someone stronger than you and armed with a pistol. So he grabs me, and tells me to repeat. I calmly oblige, and he arrests me for contempt. Course, I didn't really do anything, so they had to let me off with a warning and my parents just had to come pick me up at the station. My mother was hysterical and saying I was too young to be involved in this stuff, but my father said nothing. Later, when she went to bed early in tears, my father says he is disappointed with me, then smiles and says he had expected me to start a year or two later. :) My father was just like me at my age, but the lucky batard had someone concrete (Franco) to fight, wheras I'm stuck fighting the more obscure target of capitalist society.
Oh, and it's my birthday Saturday. :) Will be 15.
Oh, and got a Pink Floyd flag from one of my buddies. Taped it to the wall. Shows the Dark Side of the Moon prism. w00t!