About a month ago I moved out of Atlanta and down to peaceful St. Simon’s, GA, just a mile or two away from Sea Island. After about two weeks in this coastal community, I start seeing articles like this: Sea Island may play host to G-8 summit.
Oh fuck, please don’t choose Sea Island. I don’t want the increased security. I don’t want to have to deal with a bunch of neo-hippies staging giant puppet shows to protest the plight of chimpanzees laboring in African Diamond mines. I don’t want the traffic that comes from hosting 7,000 journalists who have developed drinking problems because their editor won’t take them off the economy beat, and if they have to write one more damn article on international pork belly trading…
Here’s an excerpt from the article (bolding mine):
You know what that means? All the protestors and journalists aren’t going to be able to cross the causeway (which is the on;y bridge to Sea Isalnd), and they are going to set up here. All the journalists, security, and bongo abusing dirt people aren’t going to be on Sea Island - they are going to be here, on St. Simon’s Island.
Today, I read that the final decision has been made. It’s Sea Island. Next June. Aw Fuck.
I don’t know what you are worried about. All of those protestors are peace loving, gentle people. Who would never, clog up traffic with protests, leave trash and litter and excrement (I am sure they will remember their porta-potties), damage, burn and destroy public and private property, or accost anyone who will (or won’t) listen to them about their causes.
These are good people A Monkey With a Gun, and you should be ashamed of your nasty, narrow-minded over-generalizations.
Oh, man, I feel your pain. St. Simon’s is so peaceful and quiet – I’ve gone to a retreat center there a couple of times, and it was just glorious! Hang in there, it’ll only be for a few days. And who knows, maybe they’ll spend all their times in boats trying to come ashore on Sea Island and stay away from you!
Oh, shut up. All you Fremen are just drug addicted sand rats with poor hygiene and delusions of religous grandeur. Take a good whiff of one of your sietches some time. I know y’all are a wee bit short on water, but you could bathe at least once in your fucking lives.
Then there were the good people of central Quebec City, who began to ask why it was that world leaders had decided to take over the entire downtown and evict everyone living in it for their highly unpopular conference, which could have been just as easily held by teleconferencing.
Look on the bright side - it’ll be something to tell the grandkids.
And if you’re bored of an afternoon you could join a large protest against globalisation, and the 8 most powerful countries in the world. How often do you have the opportunity to do that, eh?
So, not that I don’t feel your pain and all, but what would you suggest? I know that this is going to be inconvenient for you, but that is sometimes the price that we pay for living in a society where one can publicly state grievances (so far at least).
I suppose that we could round up all of the posters, stick them behind barbed wire and call it a free speech zone or some shit.
On the other hand, a lot of those protester chikas run around topless.
I’d be on my front porch in a rocking chair with a shotgun. The first little neo hippy that steps foot on my property would get a warning shot in the kneecap.
