LaRouche goons had the entrance to the Copley T station blockaded and were passing out statements to every single passerby. I tried to evade but their numbers were too great… Someone grabbed me and I heard a college-inflected guy’s voice say, “Like Dick Cheney?” “Sure but I’m Art.” Didn’t matter, everybody that got on the Green T at Copley this afternoon surely got LaRouche’s statement… which was basically a hysterical call to arms against Christian fascists… 3rdarm.biz is on the front lines grappling with those same fanatics and I am always looking for help. But it doesn’t help us on the team here when a nut like LaRouche blockades a T station and starts throwing around the words “Nazi” and “Right-wing” in some quasi-personal statement to the public.
Okay, that trauma behind me, Tuesday was a rough day. Everybody was after a piece of me, chasing me around with verbal forks. Every single person I complained to turned around and complained back to me about me. I was outside the hotel smoking a cigarette in the rain because the fools in management took away the awning that was our only protection out there from the elements, and I was next to the door trying not to get wet, when this fat red-faced man come barrelling out, smacking me with the door, and then had the nerve to shout in some brogue “You bloody well better not stand there!” so I yelled “Build a roof out here then toughguy!” And he shot back “You shouldn’t smoke.” Whatever, free country.
See? I didn’t even make any fat comment, because I have class, I have some fucking class and I don’t have to retaliate everytime some fool complains to me about me after I complain to them about them. I can just step back and complain to somebody else altogether.
I did take a steaming shower and I feel much better. I used an umbrella today for the first time in the new millenium. Fancy.