Disorderly drummers

Before the clock struck 8 a.m. Sunday, I awoke in my Thurston Hall room with two things: a hangover and the sound of drums ringing through my ears. Protesters felt it was necessary to beat on drums at the crack of dawn at the corner of 19th and F streets.

Now don’t get me wrong, I love this country and the Constitution, but next time all you people feel it is necessary to exercise your First Amendment rights, shut up. You people actually have me rooting for tear gas and rubber bullets.

Why couldn’t they protest like they did back in the 1960s sitting around and blocking the entrance to the ROTC (or in this case the International Monetary Fund) and smoking a joint. Now, if all you drum beaters did this, I might have come out and joined you … at 2 p.m., when a normal person gets out of bed on a Sunday.

So next time, get it right. I’m going back to bed.

-Jeff Blume
freshman

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