High drama from the home of Oregon’s Shakespearean Festival.
Not necessarily the “worst thing one could do...” (I’d probably laugh,)
But certainly creepy.
This is what happens at PRO-LIFE marches:
It’s a bunch of regular guys and gals like us enjoying the day and thanking police officers for letting us walk through red lights,
and a gaggle of extremely bizarre spitters, screechers, and tampon-slingers.
It’s just how it is.