Still livid after all these hours.
The train comes to a stop in Havre, as it always does. This is number 7, so it stops short of the station because the fuel pumps are on the wrong end of the platform. We sit for about 10 minutes filling up, waiting for a chance to step off for a few minutes when it does get up to the platform.
And a bunch of guys in icy green uniforms walk through, asking each passenger, “Are you an American citizen?”
It should be noted that Havre is about twenty some miles from the 49th (which one of my map programs now shows as two lines, as much as a thousand feet apart), and ICE has carte blanche 100 miles in from the edges, where most Americans live. This is the area where Chief Joseph made his famous “I will fight no more, forever” speech.
But, seriously? Canada? What is this shit (I mean, besides The New “Normal”)? Amtrak is my refuge from strip searches and 3oz limits and stale peanuts. It is the laid-back way to travel, if you have the patience. Now the fuckers want to take even that away from me, because, reasons. Not only can we not have nice things, we are to be denied even so-so things.
After all, some crazed Canadians might hijack a train and, uh, something with it.
The worst part, though, the part that bothers me the most, is that I replied “yes”. I did not have the presence of mind to stare blankly at him, or say “seriously?”, or the courage to tell him “nothing personal, but fuck off” – which probably would not have been good for anyone, but goddamit, this bullshit has gone off the map.
It is past time to start pushing back.