Relaxing Tea is good for you.

On Wednesday we went to the march protesting against the repeal of Section 59 of the crimes Act. Sue Bradford and Helen Clark have some seriously delusional ideas about discipline. A smack is not "thrashing," "hitting," or whatever. Duh! Anyway, this is my version of what happened.
We arrived in the cold wet - and ran to the other side of the square to climb three flights of stairs to go to the loo [thought you might like that little bit of in-depth info] after that we proceeded to set everything up. I was relegated to holding balloons while others ran off to Victoria square to be traffic wardens while most other people grabbed petitions or wrote on the extra signs.The guy who's idea it was to have balloons was no where to be seen. I managed to stash the tangled bunch of balloons somewhere and proceeded to write "sign petition here" on a big white plastic sheet [like the real estate signs]. However, I didn't have much luck with that either because by then the signs were wet from the almost constant rain. The vivid was already running by the time I was half done. I managed to finish that and grabbed a spare petition next to mum. We were in the middle of the square, in front of the cathedral hedged in by around 6 trestle tables. A big sandwich board sign stood on the table next to us, it said in huge letters "Sign the Petition here". People flocked to that spot to exercise their democratic right. I stood beside mum as two fellas signed the petition. Mum made some comments, which led them to show us handcuffs on their belts under their jerseys... undercover cops. ... this was going to be an exciting day.
Not so exciting however as the Wellington protest. Theirs was apparently afflicted by many supporters of Sue Bradford's bill [now the Government's - cheats.]. We saw it on the news later that night, the media did an excellent job of confusing us.
But getting back to our march I stood at the tables for ages, getting really wet and trying to stop the petitions from being ruined by the rain. I tell ya, it was not an easy job.
I didn't know the actual march was on till they arrived. I wanted to be in the march, you know, going from Victoria square to the Cathedral, I really wanted to hold a big sign. But alas, my dreams will have to be postponed till my next protest march because I missed out. Perhaps it was for the better because seeing the march arrive at the square was amazing.
Suddenly I looked up from my petition, a huge body of people were entering on my left, I could see a couple of people I knew carrying signs. Several people I knew were on TV and the front page of the press.
Anyway, they looked to me like a huge worm, disgruntled with its situation, crawling into the square. They also looked like a gigantic flow of water [perhaps because they were so wet?] flowing into the square till it could hold no more. Seriously, there was a-lot of people. We braced ourselves for the onslaught of people, holding our petitions at the ready. My couzie stood beside me dutifully holding the umbrella and always ready to explain the petition when my tongue was tied.
The speeches were fantastic. I couldn't hear everything because several of the petitioners around me were talking and fussing about water mucking up the signatures. The speakers were Simon Barnett, Gary McCormick and Alison Jones. Ali Jones said some great stuff, she said that Sue Bradford had told her that if she saw her give her daughter a smack in the supermarket, she would report her. Gary McCormick made it very clear that it wasn't only Christians who were against the repeal [80% of NZ are not all Christians! Wake up people!]. He also dealt with a supporter of the repeal who was shouting at him at the same time. He said something like "oh, there is a march for you tomorrow and will be here by yourself." In ya face dude. Simon Barnett did the classic "I had a Dream" speech, which was fantastic.
After that everyone evacuated, because of the driving rain. However, heaps of people still stopped to sign the petition even though the pens wouldn't work on the mushy paper. We got an estimated 900 signatures that day. phew!
Thankfully someone had brought a huge sun umbrella which we all huddled under as we ate the lunch the fantastic Mrs. M provided. I tell ya, my jeans were soaked up to my knees, and I was doing my best to stay dry!
When I got home I was ready to curl up in dry clothes and drink a cup of relaxing tea.

So yeah! that was Wednesday. according to my record of blogging you wont hear anything else from me for about a year. I will probably forget all my blogger details again! ha ha, I couldn't even remember what my blog was called... yes, I know feel like a blond in brunet's clothing.