Why I protest

Last week my dad said he would accompany me on my protest walk. Yesterday when I talked with him he sounded confused about where and when we would meet. I don't think he wants to get that far out of his comfort zone. I really think my image of that man as John Wayne was highly mistaken. I think he tends to be somewhat timid and his violent behavior towards me when I was a child was bullying.
When I go on my protest walk, I will walk alone. I hope to have our local TV station there so my actions will be seen on a wider scale.
I will blog more later, but for now the hounds must be fed, the stables cleaned, and the dining hall and kitchen prepared for my victory banquet....
I returned earlier from my protest walk through the center of town. I was greeted by 2 gentlemen from the Gazette, and one from KIMT. I answered a few questions, had my picture taken a number of times then spent about half an hour with the young man from the TV station. People wave, honked, and gave me the thumbs up. A few stopped to discuss the issue with me. All agreed illegal immigration must be stopped.
Dad never showed. I never should have ever expected he would support me in this. He's never supported me before. Don't know why he drove me to Fort Lewis or let me live in that house...
Well I must leave this for now... I hear a commotion on the ramparts...I must reiforce the guard...
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