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extremist membership

2002-02-03

A group protested the destruction of the natural world. I loved their ideals and looked into them. However, reading their laws, I found that they didn't allow pierced ears, absolutely, and I had many piercings. I thought that was extreme and goofy, and as I read their laws, realized they were extreme fundamentalist Christians.

A girl was showing an old man who led the group a place by a river. It was land owned by a pagan group. "Look at these holes," she said, pointing at a place which had been mowed, and some metal sunk into the ground. "Where the bolts went." It was some sort of base for a temporary structure. The man shook his head and clucked his tongue. I walked up and grinned at them. They looked at me in shock and asked who I was and why I was there. I told them I was a pagan and just smiled. The girl looked frightened and appalled. The man told me to leave, and I just grinned and said I didn't have to as this was our land. The man spluttered and I stood there, until they left.

A young man of the fundamentalist environment group was in their hospital, which consisted of a low, primitive building and a nurse. He had an STD and was something of a rabble rouser in the group. A meeting was held, which seemed to be divided into two sides -- the extremist Christians versus some less extreme Christians and pagans. The man sat on the pagan side.

After the meeting, the nurse was looking through some files while the man lounged at a wooden table, smirking to himself. She told him that his disease was in control and he could leave.

The next day, the older man who ran the group cornered him. He held up the local paper, pointing to an editorial which ripped him apart, supposedly by some chick. The frequent editorials were damaging his reputation. He implied that he knew it was the young man, but he had no proof. The young man played dumb and smirked, knowing the old guy could do nothing.

They had dinner in a large hall, eating vegetarian sandwiches.

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