I did not write this, but it is relevant to the violent vibe of the protest I attend. I wish to protest any violence toward people. This story involves a gay Vietnamese journalist who appears to have been brutally attacked by antifa, which often creeps into BLM protests.
Violence has crept into nonviolent protests…
Published by The Dogwalker
It was the spring of '68 when I was born. There were visible stars in the sky that night, or so I'm told... Some days, I ride my bicycle to the farmer's market, hang my clothes to dry, and sketch or play my guitar into the evening... Other days, I stay indoors, drink too much coffee, eat canned soup, and critique endless reruns of "Law and Order." (It's fun to wonder how all the suspects have such perfect memories as to their whereabouts, or why the longshoreman isn't curious enough to get out of the forklift when confronted by homicide detectives). Do you have friends? (I have come to be leery of dating anyone who has no friends. These people always seem to have some far-fetched conspiracy theory or weird aversion to sunlight...) Bonus points to those who... appreciate a good pun or will give a gratuitous chuckle:) can find humor in not only the absurd, but esp in the mundane :) View more posts
Tales from the Little Shed 