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Today I made my first protest ever. It reminded me of The Bucket List. It just felt like something I needed to do once in my life. Besides, I don't think politicians hear from the common man very much, and I truly believe that's a big part of what's wrong with the world in general. I fantasize about us getting their attention somehow. “Oh, so you mean you seriously don't want to see your tax money funneled to people who already have millions of dollars because they were ripping you off with bad real estate loans? We thought you were just a little miffed because of delays in the next upgrade for World of Warcraft.”

Heck, if we were smart we'd protest hourly. But maybe a once a month goal would be more realistic.

I made a sign that said “More Jobs and Better Pay” on one side, and “No Debt for Insurance” on the other. I got a few honks and a thumbs up or two, but the interesting thing that happened didn't seem much related to my protest at first.

I met a fellow from California who calls himself Leaf. I told him I thought it was a good Viking name, but he corrected me and stated it was from working on the pot farms. I forget what region of Cali he said basically runs on pot farms, but anyhow, “Leaf”. Not “Lief”. He's a young homeless man who is largely homeless on his own steam. He seemed rather clever, if a bit too steeped in deep Liberal lore. I guess he thought he would come to the steps of the Texas Capital and find no one left to defend George Bush's presidency. I don't really want to get into all of that, but I had a few choice words for his beloved Democrats, and we were able to get along just fine despite the political differences.