Why I Finally Went to my First Protest

It took 58 years, but I showed up — because the bastards are counting on us not to.

I spent the first fifty years of my life marinating in Republican politics — campaigns, committees, smoke-filled strategy rooms where partisanship was thick, and the cynicism even thicker. That’s where the decisions got made — the ones that shaped elections and governance. I’ve ghostwritten freedom-loving soundbites for candidates and elected officials …