Just before 5pm yesterday, I spotted a small protest march making its way up Pike Street.
As they got closer, I could see that they were protesting the state of law enforcement in the USA. They were a diverse mix of protestors, black, white, hipster, suburbanite, middle-eastern, and I was very heartened to see that … even in the absence of a media circus … a small group of people still took time out of their day to stand behind their positions.
I stopped, held out an outstretched thumb pointing upward, and nodded approvingly to each passing protestor. It
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