Back From Protest, Hardly Impressed.

 I know saying something like: "activists are boring" would be an untrue statement. But at the moment, that is how I feel. I just returned from a nightmare of a protest at the port of Tacoma, and I feel that I have had a life long belly full of many buzz words. (anarchy, consensus, group decisions, etc.) Activists are not boring, but individuals who pried themselves in defining what activism is in large groups without producing ANY activity of a creative or helpful nature are. They didn't even like punk. In the car ride (yes, them being to unprepared and unmotivated to take the city transit) they turned the radio off when I put in Capitalist Casualties. (thanks sweet-tooth).   

When we all arrived in Tacoma we sat in a large circle in a hippy-dippy cafe and argued about wither people would rather go and yell at cops in fort lewis or down at the port. All the while countless people wandered by the cafe who probably couldn't even afford a cup of joe. I felt very helpless the whole time. Yesterday on the bus in Tacoma, when I was going to the medical study, there was this father and daughter on the bus that made me cry. His daughter had sever disabilities and seemed to be in a great deal of pain. He was a very young african american father and he looked really sad. The whole time he just rocked his daughter back and forth in his arms, she was at least 5 or 6 but unable to stand or use her limbs that well. I guess I just don't like SDS or the majority of protests, and that is the sort and unimportant point that this blog is trying to get a crossed.  

Oh, it's friday. I am listening to "Friday I'm in Love by the Cure". 

Dreamboats are everywhere, let's get this blog crew a year long pass and sail out.