2003-03-16 - 11:57 a.m.

I had all these things to say, but then more things kept happening. Now I have more things to say.

I have too much to say.

Maybe I say too much.

lessee... the exciting conclusion to the story I was telling about the guy and the driver's license is that I didn't wind up having a new fake ID. After some wacky adventures that involved lots of phone calls and personal visits, and the involvement of my WingZone coworkers, I got my money back and he got his driver's license back. Oh, but that sounds like he was trying to shirk me off, and that is not the truth at all. Things just got wacky, is all.

I went to a peace rally on campus. There were 22 speakers. About 500 people showed up, the media reported 200. About two dozen pro-war people showed up, the media reported over 50. What are you gonna do? I went to talk to the pro-war people, as I've decided a good habit to get into is to always talk to the other side at such rallies and protests. They didn't have anything intersting to say to me. But then one guy wandered over to our side, and was explaining to my friend Matt about how this was "bullshit." We sauntered off to the side and debated for twenty minutes. I conceded that he was a thinking member of the pro-war side. He conceded that I was a thinking member of the anti-war side. We agreed to disagree. Later, he marched with us to Congressman Bart Gordon's office on the square. We talked most of the way up. He said he wanted someone who could calmly and rationally speak the other point of view to be up there to talk to the protesters.

This is the protest where I learned that we are in violation of UN resolution 1441. This is the protest where I learned that much of the info our leaders use to scare us having to do with the weapons capabilities of Saddam Hussein came from a statement made by his brother-in-law who defected to the US. AND that in the same statement in which he talked about all of the weapons of mass destruction that Iraq had developed over the years, he goes on to state that they WERE ALL DESTROYED before he defected, something that our leaders fail to mention in their speeches.

One of the speakers mentioned our plan to drop 800 bombs on Baghdad in the first day of war. She said, Imagine that it is September 11th, and the planes have just struck the two towers. Now imagine that happening 798 more times. This is what we propose to do.

Two days later, on a right-wing radio talk show, one of those assholes who screams about everything used that same concept, almost to the word. But his conclusion was that this is what we must do in order to oust Saddam.

My God.

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There's also a story that involves drinking at a party and a mudwrestling event at a nearby apartment. But I"ll gloss over that one, because I wind up looking bad.

There's the story of me drinking and smoking at a party and playing party jenga with lots of risque things written on the tiles, and how I mimed something lewd with my husband's ex-boyfriend. But again, I'll gloss over that one...

Friday was my first Friday off work in months, so I was thinking off all the things i could do and people I could go out with, but realized that that night, all I wanted to do was write. So I went to Waffle House to get really jazzed up on battery aci- I mean, coffee, and I met a man who used to be a skin-head. We talked off and on for several hours. He used the word 'nefarious' properly. I realized I had never used that word myself. So I stored it away. I'm still waiting for a good excuse to use it. He also told me he felt like a warm globule of spit. But he's too impatient to write.

And I made friends with our new cook last night. It's a great story, but you had to have been there.

peace

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