
*I was later assured by a friend of mine who spent that night in jail that it did, in fact, get pretty rough later on, which made me feel better. Furthermore, I had already attended multiple protests before then, one of which left me with no small amount of frostbite: it takes dedication to march for any cause in January in Chicago. I came to realize later that even if I were the type of person who feels motivated to block traffic to repeatedly chant glib slogans (which I am very much not), leading street protests against this administration is like using a flyswatter to chase a bear out of your tent.
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