Like couple weeks ago, I was in downtown and saw a rally. There were mounted police (bike and horse) at both head and tail of the rally. I was walking towards the opposite direction of the rally, and few moments later I spotted horse dump in the middle of the road. Apparently some unfortunate vehicle had run over it, smelled pretty bad. Share your extraordinary (and ordinary) protest/rally/riot stories, if you want to.
I went picketing with my dad more than ten years ago when a bunch of Boeing employees went on strike.
I generally don't much care for "protesters" per se, so I don't go to protest rallies. When I have something important enough to protest against, I'll do it armed though. Signs don't do it for me, and I'm not a Ghandi type of person.
I was in one, 3 years ago, I was in law school at the time, suddenly the protest was filled with hippies smoking weed, goth guys throwing rocks and tourists just watching, no idea where all that people came from, I said "fuck it" and went home. Never again.
Yeah this morning, my Mrs demanded that I did the hoovering and so I protested as I am my own man, and that I've already did the washing up. No sex for me tonight...her loss. *cries*
