I could remember the late 1968-70 days, but with so many actual bombs going off destroying buildings, and even a dormitory where my buddy was supposed to stay. That is how we became lifelong friends, his dormitory was blown up, and moved into mine.
The nights of sleeping outside in the springtime, why, in those days you would get a bomb scare, and no one knew quite how to make sure your dormitory was safe.
I also remember earlier days at Columbia University in the city, now those were protests.
Besides this is America, you know the land of Freedom of Speech. I remember the last administration that turned the hoses upon people protesting just so he could get a snapshot of himself holding a Bible upside down. Back then they thought hosing down protestors was wonderful, now if you shout at someone it is scaring these poor souls.
When administrations change, so do their level of tolerance against any America who disagrees with anyone. When they call someone woke, I really wish they lift up a mirror and look upon themselves.
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