protests
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What. A. Day. I attended a massive No Kings protest in downtown Dallas. At one point, I was within ten feet of the head Proud Boy. I wanted to clobber him for my headstone resume, but his buddies had rifles. In hindsight, there were only a couple dozen of them, and thousands of us. Since…
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Reflection. I do it often (too often), but rarely at one thirty in the morning. At least, not in a while. Sometimes you must take a step back to look at the broader picture. Tomorrow is the 3rd No Kings protest, and I just wanted to spend a few moments remembering what I’m protesting. It’s…
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Routine, but is it? My mind races the fan in a twirling contest. I’m getting to the point where I can almost keep up. If I look out my window, I can almost see the flames. Metaphorically speaking, of course. There are no fires in Dallas yet and violence has been minimal. Still, when the…
The Gonzo Wolf 