Bad bag business

In his letter of Nov. 4 ["Garbage words"], Jacques Tremblay writes, "you don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out that... larger bags have far less chance of falling apart or being ripped open than a million small grocery bags." Having been in the garbage bag business for 13 years, I am glad that Mr. Tremblay is a municipal bureaucrat, and not a rocket scientist.

Larger bags, which hold more garbage and carry a much heavier load than small bags, are actually more likely to fall apart. The difference in the strength of the bags is not enough to offset the extra weight. As far as being ripped open, whether by animals or city garbage police, neither the size nor the strength of the bag makes much difference--no soft plastic bag is designed to withstand deliberate destruction.

In any case, as absurd as Montreal's garbage bag laws are, I thank both Mr. Tremblay and Mayor Bourque for their support. One can only wish that other small businesses enjoyed this kind of encouragement from the city, instead of having to endure such petty harassment as being fined for outdoor advertising.

--Al Rhino Feldman (formerly Al "Garbage Bag" Feldman)

Taggers unite!

To all the writers, taggers, bombers: fuck the police, keep up the good work. ["The writing's on the wall--again," Nov. 4] Tag everything: buildings, signs, mailboxes, garages, cars, trucks. If it's possible to write on it then tag it! They can't stop us! We are invisible.

If you can't get some paint, go get a marker. Shit, use 10 markers, all different colours, or chalk--fuck, use your finger to tag dirty windows. Go buy shoe polish at the dollar store. Hell, you can even use deodorant as a marker. Don't stop. Nobody gives a fuck.

I tag in broad daylight on the Main in front of 50 people and nobody cares! They are probably more scared of you than you are of them. Oh yeah, I've been caught before, but do you think I paid the $350 fine? Suck my ass PIGS. If all these huge corporate people such as Bell Canada, Seagram, Canada Post and Hydro-Quebec can't come up with a measly $80,000 to build a couple legal walls, then fuck them! I guess we're not really that big of a problem after all!

Anyway, who wants to write on legal walls? Half the fun is taking the chance of getting caught. Even if these walls do get built on St-Laurent and de Maisonneuve and you do go there to write, save a little paint for the way home 'cause there's a metro right fucking beside you! Fuck the police, fuck the MUC, bomb the world!

--D. Yrubme, Tagger at Large

Ecstatic readers unite!

There is absolutely no proof that it costs "a few thousand brain cells" each time you take a dose of MDMA, like Mireille Silcott wrote in the Mirror's Consumer Guide ["Ecstasy," Oct. 7]. Some said the same thing about cannabis--but this is just to scare people.

All serious psychiatres and researchers on MDMA have said it's good for humans. It is an intensificator of natural life, permitting you to go back in memory in a happy atmosphere, and more easily re-evaluate and forgive bad events of the past. Girls who've been violated, and depressed or suicidal people, have started a new life. It changes aggressivity into compassion, making you more sensitive to others. You have more energy to dance and to do what you like. Sex will be involved if you have love involved.

E has been repressed by the ones who are paid by the repression, like Drug and Food Administration. It's true, we do not know how to manage it: I suggest you take it in smaller quantities in order to adjust it to your needs.

Of course, when you function at a higher intensity, you need to nourish yourself better. E makes you lose the desire for alcohol and fat meat, and orients your desires toward fresh fruits, their juices and living food. These molecules at the origin of life tend to bring you back to the good life.

--Aiman LaLiberte

Holiday fool

We need more holidays like Halloween so that we can have more parties! How about Horny Day? On this day, everybody has to dress up real sexy and try to get laid! Or how about Gluttony Day? We could all go to an all-you-can-eat buffet and stuff our faces till we puke! Then there's Farting Day! How about it?

--"Joe Blow"