Hey, Dad, how did you know what was gonna happen with the protest anyway?
Well, when I was your age I went to protests all the time.
But I thought you hated protests.
Yeah, but my dad loved them.
Cotton used to take me to watch the hippies get beaten up and shot with water cannons.
Boy, I never saw him happier.
He'd set up lawn chairs and a big cooler stocked with cold drinks.
Works for me. I’ve been loving a good Hippie Beatin’ since I was 10 years old and witnessed the bombing of Sterling Hall at the UW Madison, WI.
Some of that stuff just sticks with you when you witness it at a tender age...kinda forms an opinion of how the world should be in black and white. :)