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Wow... protest went wrong as shit... In the early stages of it... only being ASSE people .. we were about 7000... and then.. around 5pm... that crowd died... most of them didnt support CLAC... but then to my great surprise, the CLAC gang did show up. We had been waiting for about what ... an hour or so... try containing that much angry people in a square for one hour... ouch... anyway when my anarchist brothers did show up... we went up to 40 000... ( interesting thing here is that the media keeps saying we were only about 10 000... fuckers... ) so we took over the streets and started marching towards " le palais des congrs " ... and then cops started to smash us... so we started to rebell... cars turned over, set on fire, Mcdonalds window's flying to pieces... sticker frenzy on limousines... and then was when it went downhill... the " anti meute " showed up... I'm used to protests... its a sixth sense to know when to start running like shit... so when I sense the change in the ground's mouvement.. I just yelled " ANTIIIIIIII MEUTE " and run like hitler was back... unfortunetly my very good friend, Sin, who was up to her very first protest... didnt understand why I was running... before she saw the smashing that is.... I escaped the death trap by an inch... and then ran for 11 street lights on Rene lvesque... and cops were still running after about 50 of us.. and I could see the punks I was with falling down and getting beaten up.. hardcore... me and sin and other fuckers just ran like hell... ( and with all the walking I do... trust me .. I run as fast as a cheetah.. ) I dont know for how long we ran... but he had to hide in a dumpster for about an hour...and then we ran back to the interstection... to see that those bastards had encercled 2000 of us.. and we tried to set them free.. so my brothers of CLAC and other punks even tried creating a diversion by destroying a cop car.... the pigs moved so.. we got about 100 people free... but it ended in more running... ... by then I had totally lost track of M, Sin, Nick, J-f ( no no not that one.. a Punk from St-hubert... nice lass... sad I'll never see him again... unless I go to St- Hyacinthe in two weeks.. for the Bullimic food fight show... heck I should ! ) and all my sherbrooke droogs..... so I finnally found sin.. and we walked back to the square where we had agreed on meeting if anything should go wrong... and we got there .. to find only 5 remaining soldiers... ( we had left from sherbrooke in 4 school bus's.. packed tight.. and 10 mini vans.. also packed tight.. wich is rufffly 400 people... and i'm not couting all the cars that went up.. ) so imagine how we felt to see that everyone else had been injured or had been arrested... And since then.. I havent had any news from Nicolas.. and I'm uber worried.. So we jumped into a bus... all destroyed, and crying.. most of us did have minor injuries... lacerated foreheads, fractured ankles, wrists, bruised faces.. and tattered flags and rags on our backs.. we were 21 in that bus to come back to sherbrooke.. We went to get our humane integrity back from those capitalist bastards, hundreds chanting, holding hands and playing drums.. that saturday morning ... we barely escaped hell..

I will have pictures posted up in a folder very soon so keep an eye out... you will see what life is really like, that all cops are abusive.. and that society is shit.

For now I'm finishing this entry with a poem I wrote, in french.. and a picture of CLAC logo and Liberterre logo..


Tu ne veux pas admettre ...

Tu ne veux rien admettre, pour ne pas comprendre.
Tu ne veux rien connatre, pour ne pas apprendre

Tu te fou de la convention de Genve ;
De ces pauvres ouvriers qui font grve ;
Ou bien mme de lhistoire dAdam et Eve,
Aussi bien que le sang de dinosaure trouv dans la sve.

Savoir, cest souffrir. Souffrir, cest mourir.
Entre les bombes, tu continueras de fuir

Timporte peu, la drogue qui tue nos enfants ;
Ainsi que les femmes qui se donnent pour largent ;
Des pays en guerre civils, des hommes mourant en civires ;
Et dautres qui crvent par la fracheur de lhiver

Tu cour pour ne pas voir, ne pas reconnatre,
Tu fuis pour ne pas lire, ne pas te soumettre

Tu te fou bien des clipses et autres phnomnes
Y en a bien trop sur terre pour regarder en lair.
Toubli lamour, lamiti aussi bien que la haine ;
Autant que tes frres, qui reposent dans les cimetires.

Il ny a plus de tolrance pour lignorance.
Mais peut-tre quand ignorant, taurais une chance

Alors Tignore les clochards qui meurent,
Les innocents qui sont condamns mort,
Ou bien mme les sadiques qui violent leur sur.
En fin de compte, nous aurons tous le mme sort.

Toubli pour ne pas te souvenir,
TOUBLI POUR JAMAIS SOUFFRIR