Honking For Freedom

Protests in DC

The thing about being a D.C. resident is there are always protests happening here. From block to block, the outrage shifts like walking through a prism. “This is wrong,” says one group. “That is wrong,” says another. We see this every day. And you don’t have to agree to value their right to say it.

Every one of us has joined some protest or other, just for fun. Because protests are really a lot of fun. The other week, I was yelling and making a spectacle of myself in front of the Russian embassy. What a great way to spend a Saturday night with friends: fresh air and armed guards.

“We’re here to protect you and them,” said one of them as he indicated towards the Russian embassy. People were dropping off coffee and doughnuts. A truck stopped across the street from us and played Russian music at full volume. One of our party was a young woman who had never protested at anything other than pro-life events. She was quiet, but seemed to have a good time.

What a luxury that yelling …