How I Spent My Republican National Convention Protest

We're back (A Dinosaur's Story) from Minnesota and at home in our respective apartments in the pit of sin and damnation known as Nuu Yawk Citee. We had a pretty good time there, and I thought I'd share some photos with you from my trip.

First of all, we went to some pretty anarchic protests! Oh, boy! Nobody respected authority! You couldn't walk three feet without running into somebody who disregarded the rules. You also couldn't walk three feet in the other direction without being assaulted by a heavily-armed police officer. What a choice! What a town!

My personal favorite part of the protest were the cops I liked to dub, The Infinite Mailmen Of The Apocalypse:

So named because they looked like mailmen during the apocalypse and there were a lot. Infinite may be an exaggeration.

During our protesting, we also ran across the most curious of vehicles:

Which, really? Really Republicans? Can't we throw a dash of blue paint on it and make it seem like a reg'lar, old truck? You got to rub it in our faces? Sheesh! Look at these guys! Oh, brother