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"We're with ActUp," the guy told me. He was wearing a greenish yellow bicycle shirt. His girlfriend was wearing a denim top and denim shorts with a cat-ear headband. The other girl had a fake nose ring.
"You're not with ActUp," I told them.
"Yes we are. We're from San Francisco," he said. Ross came by and started filming him and Josh started taking pictures. The guy walked away but I followed him.
"I'm asking you nicely not to take pictures of me," the guy said, hiding behind his sign. He seemed timid. I thought if this is the best they can do they're not going to do very well. If he tried that in Chicago Daley's goons would have wrapped him in a pipe necklace.
"You can ask me not nicely," I said. "You're creating news by posing as a Democrat and we're capturing that. We're not going anywhere." This was a strangely bold thing for me to say since I'm a coward. I was counting on the nice ladies from the church protecting me. But also, there was something unintimidating about a Republican disguised as a gay abortion rights activist supporting Kerry. The absurdity of his agiprop made me confident.
I followed him off to the side. He kept insisting he was from San Francisco. "I'm gay," he said. "I support Kerry. I know about the Castro and Polk Street." The women were closer to the line arguing with the local activists.
Someone in a yellow shirt got on a cell phone saying, "Let me call someone to take care of these Republicans."
I asked the people in line if it bothered them that there were Republicans posing as Democrats at their polling place. "Most of the people in this line I guarantee you they know what they're going to do before they get in," a lady in a black NAACP shirt said.
Once we started photographing and filming the Republicans they left fairly quickly. I followed them to the front of the library and then they walked north and they looked sad and stupid in their outfits. I thought it must be lonely lying to a big crowd and either being ignored or stared down with contempt. They had come to intimidate and make fun of people but were afraid to show their faces. Wherever they are now they are telling each other over beer and onion rings that it was worth it, that they were justified. But I imagine she's looking at him as less of a man than he was this morning, when he stood naked in his hotel room and pulled the curtain aside to let in the light and his cock cast a shadow across the nitestand. The window a portrait of the swimming pool and he announced his plan. Maybe she asked him to come back to bed then, a hero before the battle. But now staring at the drips of grease in the bottom of the wicker basket, he was just another fool in a long line of fools, and she was wearing cat ears and boots and denim shorts. It was humid and they were all leaving early, going back to where they live, at the intersection of evil and stupid.
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http://www.stephenelliott.com/2004/10/update-at-intersection-of-stupid-and.htmlit is pathetic movement by freepers... Note: I will keep bumping this topic ALL day, take that to the bank if you want to.