My political activism started quite early, I suppose.
I bused to D.C. in 1971 to protest the Vietnam War. I marched at my university, attended rallies and committed street theater.
I also did local legwork for the McGovern presidential campaign and a progressive legislative candidate. I drove for an independent gubernatorial candidate who actually won.
Since then, my political activism has drooped. In one aberration, however, as editor of the university newspaper, I endorsed Reagan over Carter. Acts of self-flagellation for such sins still recur.
I’m just a practicing Democrat now. Yet as Monty Python put it, “It’s dull, dull, dull.” OK, I was a volunteer medic at the “No Kings” demonstration. I make the occasional contribution, which generates vast amounts of spam.
But now the gloves come off, you betcha. No more pansy “duck ’n’ cover” for this boyo.
So, I’ve put a Mexican flag sticker on my Subaru. I can’t wait for ICE to realize the illegal whose window they broke is actually a lifelong citizen and a disabled vet.
Even small gestures accumulate and can gain momentum.
