While all of that hullabaloo was going on in DC, I was sitting on the western slope of Fiji Hill struggling with Russian participles, reading the works of Gothold E. Lessing—and sneaking out in the middle of the night to put up posters attacking liberal speakers such as Earl Warren.
I was taking my conservative arguments and Ayn Rand into the belly of the beast, 1971 was also the year that I won my permanent deferment from the draft after two years of battling, and then enlisted in the Army.
In late 1972 I was taking my arguments to my favorite hang out in Tacoma, the famous, ‘The Shelter Half’ famous as a lefty coffee house of the time where I could watch North Vietnamese propaganda films and talk of capitalism and God, that is, when I wasn’t with the Nisqually Indians out at the reservation or out in the field on duty.