tear gas and rubber bullets. it was about eight months ago that i hauled my ass up to quebec city to tell the world i thought that those secret papers, what i knew about them, were a bad idea. we played our games and danced and marched and acted out the scenes in unison up north so that, hopefully, maybe, it wouldnt be reality down south later. hunger and death. now we got policy played out. at least the media is mentioning it amidst the war prop. but no discussion, no understanding. been simmerin for four months at least. we rebellious youth of privilege are not alone. this is what we try to represent. this is what we have been askin you to see and hear. how bout now? still we will not rest.