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Politicians Suck.
Mar. 19th, 2002 11:41 amWell, my day has been absa-fucking-utely beautiful so far. How about yours?
How can the human race possibly be so goddamn fickle in their passions, their causes, their beliefs?
I am livid.
Purely.
Livid.
snarl
Yesterday, there was supposed to be a silent protest at our school. For anyone who doesn’t live in Alberta, Canada, we have been having serious problems in our education system lately, resulting in a three-week long teacher strike. Being in grade 12, I was in the group of people whose future is most drastically threatened. The teachers were ordered back, and now are starting to go through arbitration to settle things like wages, class sizes, funding, and stuff like that. I can’t rant the exact details off the top of my head, okay?
I, for one, like my teachers. I look up to them, respect them, and want to see them respected. Our premier, the Honorable (don’t get me started on such a stupid title) Ralph Klein is turning our democratic electoral system into a twisted mockery with more things in common to a fascist dictatorship. Especially with the introduction of Bill 12, which forbids, among other things, the discussion of further strike actions or education system problems among teachers. It’s an outrage, to say the least.
But not nearly as much an outrage as the one I’m in right now.
Like I said, there was supposed to be silent protest. Students were supposed to come to school wearing tape over their mouths in protest against the restrictive Bill 12. Maybe a dozen students did. The press weren’t able to come and cover it that day, so we, the members of Students Against Klein and others, planned to extend the strike to today, when we could have more students join and have the media pay attention.
Jiggy and I prepared slogans for banners. I made cloth gags out of black fabric to replace the uncomfortable and breath-restricting tape. When we got here today, we were THE ONLY ONES WEARING IT! Not even the S.A.K. founders, Chris and Mo, were wearing tape or signs.
I … I’m just pissed as hell that they can be such hypocrites.
Right now, they’re playing loud music in the Pit, the center gathering area of the school. I don’t know how blasting bass beats is supposed to be helping our cause, great leader. Some leader you are. Won’t even participate in your own protest because, and I quote, “The media isn’t here yet.”
I SPENT ALL FUCKING DAY WITH MY MOUTH TAPED SHUT YESTERDAY AND WAS PREPARED TO DO THE SAME TODAY AND YOU WON’T EVEN DO THE SAME?!
This was your idea, great political leader. Great support you show for it, really.
Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe this is all part of you master plan and we’ll end up getting through to everyone else that our teachers deserve respect from the government.
Right now, though, I’m seriously considering withdrawing from S.A.K.
And I slept in today. Crap. Haven’t eaten anything all day. No time in the morning, and I’ve lost my appetite right now. I’m usually a fucking pig. A chocolate hound.
Maybe I’m just hungry and taking it out on everyone else.
I don’t care.
I’m mad.
How can the human race possibly be so goddamn fickle in their passions, their causes, their beliefs?
I am livid.
Purely.
Livid.
snarl
Yesterday, there was supposed to be a silent protest at our school. For anyone who doesn’t live in Alberta, Canada, we have been having serious problems in our education system lately, resulting in a three-week long teacher strike. Being in grade 12, I was in the group of people whose future is most drastically threatened. The teachers were ordered back, and now are starting to go through arbitration to settle things like wages, class sizes, funding, and stuff like that. I can’t rant the exact details off the top of my head, okay?
I, for one, like my teachers. I look up to them, respect them, and want to see them respected. Our premier, the Honorable (don’t get me started on such a stupid title) Ralph Klein is turning our democratic electoral system into a twisted mockery with more things in common to a fascist dictatorship. Especially with the introduction of Bill 12, which forbids, among other things, the discussion of further strike actions or education system problems among teachers. It’s an outrage, to say the least.
But not nearly as much an outrage as the one I’m in right now.
Like I said, there was supposed to be silent protest. Students were supposed to come to school wearing tape over their mouths in protest against the restrictive Bill 12. Maybe a dozen students did. The press weren’t able to come and cover it that day, so we, the members of Students Against Klein and others, planned to extend the strike to today, when we could have more students join and have the media pay attention.
Jiggy and I prepared slogans for banners. I made cloth gags out of black fabric to replace the uncomfortable and breath-restricting tape. When we got here today, we were THE ONLY ONES WEARING IT! Not even the S.A.K. founders, Chris and Mo, were wearing tape or signs.
I … I’m just pissed as hell that they can be such hypocrites.
Right now, they’re playing loud music in the Pit, the center gathering area of the school. I don’t know how blasting bass beats is supposed to be helping our cause, great leader. Some leader you are. Won’t even participate in your own protest because, and I quote, “The media isn’t here yet.”
I SPENT ALL FUCKING DAY WITH MY MOUTH TAPED SHUT YESTERDAY AND WAS PREPARED TO DO THE SAME TODAY AND YOU WON’T EVEN DO THE SAME?!
This was your idea, great political leader. Great support you show for it, really.
Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe this is all part of you master plan and we’ll end up getting through to everyone else that our teachers deserve respect from the government.
Right now, though, I’m seriously considering withdrawing from S.A.K.
And I slept in today. Crap. Haven’t eaten anything all day. No time in the morning, and I’ve lost my appetite right now. I’m usually a fucking pig. A chocolate hound.
Maybe I’m just hungry and taking it out on everyone else.
I don’t care.
I’m mad.
