Weekend Field Trip With the Good Folks at the NLG

Yesterday I took an exciting field trip to the offices of the New York City chapter of the National Lawyers' Guild, where I then spent a lifetime-length 5 hours watching several different videos of my unlawful arrest in an attempt to identify myself on tape. This task required super-sonic vision, and I unfortunately forgot my blurry video decoder ring and binoculars. Not that I am ungrateful for the wonderful NLG volunteers who were out in full force ensuring that there was ample video evidence of the man silencing dissent; I just wish they had better zoom lenses and that there wasn't some fat cop's ass in the way everytime the camera got anywhere near me. After replaying the tapes about 5000 times and in slow motion, I was finally able to identify myself in several different places. One of the times I was dancing, as I am apt to do when protesting (the drums just call to my arrhythmic inner idiot); whew, no wonder they arrested me, I look like I'm an escapee from the psych ward at Bellevue...who really had to pee...while having a violent seizure of some sort. While that may well be a usable tactic, I doubt very much its effectiveness.

Those lovely 5 hours of hell, akin to constant nails on chalkboard screeching sounds while watching my father chew with his mouth open making loud slurping sounds, were spent in preparation for my upcoming court battle. Yep, the people vs. Synge Bleu begins this coming Tuesday. The angels at the NLG feel that our particular arrest scenario is pretty cut and dry; this does seem to be the case when one looks at the video evidence. Let's see, there's a group of 65 or so very peaceful protesters marching (with the exception of one idiot psycho having a seizure) on the sidewalk (legal in NYC), then waiting silently in the street with hands extended in the air in peace signs while the cops ostensibly search for the promised route through to the mythical "free speech zone". Then suddenly the barricades, which were blocking off the street at both ends of the block thus making the charge of blocking vehicular traffic rather inapplicable, were moved and about 25 scooters with cops aboard them were driven into the street. In fact, it was so ridiculously obvious how we were entrapped that it made me absolutely speechless with rage.

I didn't realize how difficult it would be to watch these videos. Logically speaking, it makes no sense; not only is it not happening right now, but I'm standing up for what should be my constitutional rights (excuse me, privileges, according to Bloomberg) and fighting the bullshit charge in court. Nevertheless, it freaked my shit out!

Shit, my laundry's done!
(How's that for an ending?)