In Palo Alto, California, a group of folks my age (i.e., pre-Woodstock) was marching around last Saturday, waving signs at the college girls crowding the sidewalk and shouting, “Show Me Your A**es!” I thought this somewhat crude, until I noticed a clearly experienced thug at the head of the gaggle – shouting, herding, and making sure that no discomfited soul lagged behind. All he lacked was a cattle prod. But why would these senior citizens in one of the richest zip codes in the country insist that these young ladies bare their behinds – especially to the burly brute agitator who … Continue reading Hey VOA: Don’t Slam The Door When You’re Fired