"Pigs Pester Pasters!",
RealVideo, 56K/isdn,
10 mins, 26 secs

ABOVE: WELL, WADDYA KNOW! IT'S OUR NEW SPECIAL FRIEND! Things proceeded peacefully enough at first, but got skanky fast as we approached the northern end of the Dupont Circle/Connecticut Avenue zone. Never bothering to actually engage any of us in any actual intelligent socio/political debate, he contented to satisfy his nasty-assed self by sticking to us like glue and ripping down freshly-applied posters for at least two blocks, forcing us to duck into a cab for Dupont Circle where, of course, further hilarity ensued.

BELOW: ...AND HE DOESN'T TAKE LONG
to begin harassing, stalking, and basically being a mindless, smug pain in the ass to this evening's S30 wheatpasting crew. As mentioned previously, this bullshit continued from Wyoming down to the top end of Connecticut Ave/Dupont Circle. While we don't know his name, we can tell you that he works at Graffiti's Audio/Video on Connecticut Avenue, which kind of sucks because it's a nice small local shop with knowledgeable techs, but this reporter will be fucked if he'll have his gear worked on at a place employing this kind of an asshole.




ABOVE: "FUCKING ASSAULT" THIS REPORTER'S COMRADE ADAM EIDINGER succinctly and accurately characterizes the behavior of this evening's first New Special Friend. Here, we see him coming about this close to seriously molesting Adam's lady friend and comrade Alexis Baden-Mayer as she attempts to defend her First Amendment rights by placing her body in between Special Friend No.1 and the artwork in question.

ABOVE: AND HEY, WOULDN'T YA KNOW IT! Another new Special Friend, DCPD Officer B. Miller, Badge No. 106, arrives to inform us of our violation of some shit he made up on the spot. He was one out of at least four carloads of Charles Ramsey's punks who eventually showed up around Dupont Circle after this encounter, all on account of IMF/WB protest postering (or so Adam says). Fucking great. Now the night's complete.

BELOW: BASED ON EVIDENCE OF HER VIOLATION OF THE SAME MADE-UP SHIT, Ossifer Miller attempts to herd our comrade Alexis Baden-Mayer toward his cohorts gathered around the squad cars and motorcycle parked near the Circle. Eventually she went along peacefully, to be informed shortly after that by another DC Ossifer that she was not breaking any law and was free to go. We suspect that Ossifer No.2 was with a DCPD Crisis Management Unit showing up after being informed of Ossifer Miller's sketchy attitude ("heads up, guys, fucking Miller's got himself in trouble again!").


ABOVE: UNDAUNTED BY THE FIRST AMENDMENT AND THE LACK OF ANY ORDINANCE TO CITE US FOR, Ossifer B. Miller -- that's Badge No.106 -- begins the stalking, harassing, and poster ripping-down at the Dupont Circle end of P Street. This chickenshit would continue all the way down to the Fireplace Bar, just before the bridge into Georgetown.

BELOW: PROBABLY JUST PISSED OFF BECAUSE HE CAN'T FIND CHANDRA LEVY, Ossifer Miller continues his one-dick-with-a-badge urban revitalization project at the Georgetown end of P Street, across from the Fireplace. They can't solve any murders, they can't even find that friggin' Chandra chick, so what's left for them?


ABOVE: WRAPPING UP THE NIGHT IN FINE STYLE, this onlooker -- who just moments before so elegantly described Ossifer Miller as "a dick with a badge" -- drives his point home, so to speak, with this powerful and evocative pantomime as the Ossifer commits his sixth or seventh violation of the First Amendment that evening.