So.
I'm walking with my girlfriend in the Scotiabank AIDS Walk this evening and we come to our final destination, standing in front of the legislative building here in Victoria.
Some of the organizers are giving short thank yous and speeches, as people start to crowd around and see what's going on. We break apart, people are shaking hands and such, and this girl walks up handing out newspapers independent conspiracy zines (better known as free TP). She goes to hand one to me, but I decline, saying I had already gotten one at university today from her - and I had, except once I saw what it was, it went right into the trash because it was a bunch of anti-military conspiracy theories (the front page 'story' was on secret military weapons that induce psychosis).
She asks how I liked it, and I just shrugged off the question and went to walk away. But no. We couldn't leave it at that.
"Did you know the military now has weapons that can give people AIDS?"
Yes. She said that, at an AIDS walk to raise funds for local individuals afflicted with HIV/AIDS. The rest of the conversation went something like this...
"No, but I don't want to talk about that. Especially as I plan on joining the military."
*Insert her look of extreme surprise and genuine fear, like Satan just ripped open a crack in the ground and stared her down*
"Oh, that's a concern!"
"They do good things."
"NO, THEY DON'T! THEY DAMN WELL DON'T! (blah blah something about murderers and me being a horrible person as I walked away)"
I'm not even in the Forces yet and I'm already practically being spit on by wackos. Looking forward to a long career of having lots of people support you, and the bunch that hate your guts for whatever crackpot reason they read on the internet.