Bush disrupted life for quite a few on Thursday. Some were kept from leaving their homes, others were prevented from getting to them. The area was was to be totally cleared within minutes, a peace activist was told by Bush's security personnel.

Bush arrived Thursday evening with his entourage (helis, trucks, large black-clad men with black vans and trucks, and the local police) to what used to be a fully functional Naval Air Base. It is now an emergency training facility, it's rumoured. Young naval personnel are still housed there while training and waiting to be deployed to wherever Bush the murderer, chooses to send them.

After a lengthy discussion with a police officer blocking the road and turning everyone back, this peace activist managed to convince security to let her through, on her bicycle. 'There was no other route that I knew of, and after being told many times they could not let me go down this particular road, I asked them what would happen if I did anyways.' The gentleman was a bit shocked and told her the Secret Service would stop her, and they have guns and all sorts. 'Well, I'm sure they won't shoot myself', she said, 'look at me'. She had by now decided that a protest was in order. She did not tell them that. The gentleman rang his supervisor who gave the all clear to let her through. She had told him that Bush was not more important than any other person.

'Without saying it directly, I tried to let them know I wasn't afraid of men in uniforms or their weapons.'

About halfway through, she was stopped by Special Services and told they changed their minds and could not let her keep going. She asked how long she would have to wait for this all to be over so she could go on. We do not know, they replied, could be awhile. She set her bicycle aside and decided she may as well sit down.

'It took them a bit to realise their dilemma, but there was no need for me to point it out to them, so I just waited and took the opportunity.'

Soon a black truck with two large men in it arrived. They began asking questions. Where are you coming from, where are you going, where are you from? No one did ever ask my name, however, she recalls. One became a bit miffed and told her she should learn to answer questions better.

Soon one of them decided they had to do something. 'It was rather obvious to myself, she recalls, that I could not go forward, back, or stay where I was, according to them. Which makes for few options for them. Once they realised this and I sat down, they weren't as friendly as they had been.'

The large man asked her is this her bike? Yes, of course. He picks it up and glares at her. 'I'm putting this in my van and you are coming with me, I am taking you out of here.' He set the bike on top of a machine gun in back of the van. 'The bike did fall out once and I told them it is a grand bike, quite expensive, made of aluminum for racing, in fact.' One mumbled something about damages.

During the conversation with them in the van, she asked them what they were so upset about and that this entire fracas was a bit ridiculous was it not. 'The heli could have tracked me out of here', she told them. One of them replied, this huge 'security operation is necessary because there are many people who do not like Bush'. She asked them about the people who lived nearby, were they not going to see him then, what were they doing with the people who live here then? He replied 'no, the people cannot see him' and told her that 'people who live here will not be able to leave their homes, or come back, till he's gone'.

She told them that 'Bush is not more important than people and their families anywhere in the world, and he is wasting alot of their money and causing families to be inconvenienced - even military families still on this old base -on this personal security nonsence.

He won't even let his people come and talk to himself. And that Bush certainly could be a better person and doing better for everyone.'

'They were glad to be rid of myself, especially after the last comment, she recalls, but I had to say it.' So she had begun her little protest. 'I do not know if they realised what I was doing yet. Special services helis were just across the road, and the only thing for them to do was get me out of there, I think. I heard over the radios where Bush was enroute to this place.'

'Bush just doesn't care about people anywhere. He's a murderer. He's got his own agenda and that is all that matters to himself. People and their lives, their responsibilities and cares, certainly do not matter to Bush. And he professes to represent the people of the States and Allies? I do not think so. Bush is a farce. I wish I would have said 'the bastard can stuff it as far as I'm concerned'.

They dropped her off at the other side of the blockade which by now had caused a major traffic jam. 'They did try to see that I was well out of that area by following me. I managed to shake them loose after about 10 minutes. Bikes are so much easier to maneouvre, especially in a traffic jam.'