So?
They’re our employees. We own the damn building and everything in it.
Perhaps this was a good time to remind them, before Brie and caviar hour.
A young woman appears to have been injured ... severely.
In 1969, on the second Saturday in November, I was in DC along with 500,000 other antiwar protestors.
On that day, or any other day, you could walk into the Capitol unmolested. You could knock on Mike Mansfield’s door and be invited in for a chat. You could go and talk to your congressman - nit some flak-catcher, but the man himself.
No Jersey barriers. No concrete planters. No fences.
It’s a different country now.