13 January 2008

Free Spirit


I do not know if people are telling me more stories or if I am just paying more attention when I am told them...

A full on party crew of young Canadians are camping in a site they have chosen with the help of a set of four foot bolt cutters. They are swinging from the trees, from the sparks of their bonfire and from the stars of our dope universe when a lone police officer on his moon white Harley Davidson rides in to move everybody off the property. "What the fuck is going on here?"

Before the cop knows it he is duct taped in a lawn chair to a centuries old Douglas Fir. His motorcycle and gun and such is safely buried beneath fresh cut boughs some distance away. The officer is allowed down only to piss and shit if necessary and is very well cared for for three nights during which he is being searched for by his fellow officers. It seems the exact location of the Party in the Woods he radio'd in before being held hostage could have been a little more clear.

In time the ringleaders are made to pay the officer's overtime and various other costs and give an undertaking to never return to that part of Canada again. That is Justice: no beatings, no motherfucking tasers, no pointless imprisonment.

I live in one fuck of a country. What endures of the gentle Anarchist spirit of my country is what makes it worth fighting for.

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