What's so great about '68?

Re-create '68? I don't think so! That wasn't a good year for me. In 1968 I was 9 years old and I flunked out of 4th grade math. The last thing I want to do is relive that trauma. We moved in the middle of the year to a more advanced school district. The teacher was a real tyrant and she was in no mood for mercy. I would get sick to my stomach and pray for school to be called off. Not that I still remember it or anything.

Oh, it's not about me? Well, OK then. I'm not exactly sure what these protesters find romantic about the '68 anti-war protests at the DNC in Chicago. Maybe it's just the idea that people actually cared enough to protest an unjust war back then. Today we can't even be bothered. I guess that's reason enough. Whatever the reason, they were bent on repeating it, and I was bent on finding them. I looked downtown, no protesters. I checked the Pennsylvania delegation hotel. No protesters. I did see Dan Onorato, Bob Casey and Ed Rendell. That was good, but still no protesters. Finally, after a long sweaty trek through blocks and blocks of barricades, fences and security checkpoints, I arrived at the Pepsi Center. I looked in the free-speech cage. That's what they call the area where the protesters are allowed to gather behind giant walls of chain-link fences and stare at the press tent. Only four people were there. "Where are all the angry young people?" I asked the security guard. He shrugged. There was a guy riding a bike in circles, a girl dressed like a clown and two lost delegates. I approached the fence and the security guard said I couldn't get through. I said I just wanted to talk to protesters, any protesters. Maybe they could tell me where the real ones were or something. He said I would have to walk all the way around back through security. I think it was about ten miles give or take. The delegates started yelling. They were really mad because they had been misdirected several times about where to go and now somehow found themselves in the cage instead of in the Pepsi Center. I told them I felt their pain because I couldn't get around the fence either. The party of inclusion indeed! I hope my protester search goes better tomorrow.

While I keep missing the protesters (I know they are out there, I saw the news coverage), I have managed to spot more than a few disguntled Hillary supporters. They have no plans to support Obama despite all the talk of unity and love.