IMC-gOnZo: A New Form?

Is this "journalism"?
Yes. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gonzo_Journalism
Is it true?
It is based on the true facts including the censorship debate
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/indymedia
Why are you joking about bioterror?
In response to critics, here at SF imc, who point out how The State uses fear to control us. http://www.indybay.org/news/2005/04/1731925.php
Did Stein really write about Rachel? Why?
http://www.indybay.org/news/2005/03/1727402.php
Because he knows the people involved and takes her death personal.
IOKOKOK
So, without any further ado:

Fear and Loathing in Portland

Chapter 2 - World Debut at Indybay
April 19, 2005
Continues http://www.indybay.org/news/2005/04/1731925.php

Earlier: Radical factions battle to the Death over a
minor incident of alleged censorship at IMC-PDX

The action continues...

Eric decided that we best go up to Portland to deal
with the problem. We jumped in the convertible and
soon picked up a hitchhiker – poor bastard, stuck on
the outskirts of LA. Eric started talking to the guy –
he was a wet behind the ears inductee into the Army
National Guard. Foolishly, he asked where we were
going.

“We’re terrorists,” said Eric, with a dead serious
look on his face.

“We believe in total Anarchy. Anarchy with a capital
A. We hate communists. We’re on our way up to Portland
to blow up a Communist web server.”

The kid just kept this blank stare on his face, as if
he didn’t understand a word we were saying. Eric
reached under the seat and pulled out his deluxe
lime-green water pistol.

It wasn’t really a pistol, it
had a long barrel and what looked like a clip that
held thirty rounds. Eric lied, and told the kid it was
an AK-47 specially-modified to fire poisonous liquids.


The kid believed him.

“Eric is a chemical weapons expert, “ I told him. That
part wasn’t entirely untrue. “He studied chemistry
with a Nobel Prize winner who came down with
chemical-induced insanity. One day he just snapped,
and Eric took over the lab, even though he was totally
unqualified.”

Blank stare.

“Eric has a deadly toxin in that specially modified
AK-47. Enough to kill every man, woman and child in
LA.”

I paused to let that fact sink in. The kid started to
look apprehensive.

“Oxygen Dihydride. TWO THOUSAND CC’s!!!”

“Yoawlarghhhh! DON’T SHOOT!”

The kid put his hands up and then jumped clear over
the side. He took off down the road, but Eric insisted
I drive after him, “for practice”. You never knew when
you might really have to apprehending a fleeing enemy.


Eric landed a shot right on the kid’s ass – a big wet
spot.

“AARGH!!NO NO! STOP!”



The kid sounded so upset Eric kind of freaked. Taking
pity, he hollered,

“Don’t worry, it’s just water.”



The kid didn’t slow down. In fact, I don’t think he
heard. He just kept windmilling off into the bushes,
and that was the last we ever saw of him. Eric
hollered out “SORRY KID”, but it was too late. The kid
was probably headed for some kind of top secret
decontamination unit that only Army Reserve guys knew
about.

I knew we had to get out of there before the kid got
to a cop. We’d probably end up on America’s Most
Wanted by Saturday night. That gave us two days to get
to Portland and buy fake beards and wigs. In the
meantime, we improvised disguises by wrapping turbans
around our heads. That should throw them off –
anarchists usually just wear all black, no turban. We
put the Electric Ladyland tape in, lit a bowl, and
cruised. The next town was Santa Cruz, and we wanted a
nize buzz as we pulled into Pacific Street.