Had an interesting conversation yesterday. I happened to be almost home at the end of a jog when a car pulled up. It was our family doctor. We have become good friends, and beer-drinking buddies. He quickly convinced me that a beer was just what I needed at the end of a jog so I stopped by his place (we're neighbors). He was bringing home some beer from a local brewpub that has gained the attention of the militants. Recently, the owner of the pub said on his facebook page something less than supportive of the women's march. I don't know the details. Well, now they are threatening to put him out of business, attack him, etc. I joked that if Doc and I walk in there we might get punched in the back of the head (ala Trump rally). Then, we started discussing how the left really is getting more aggressive...ultimately, how they are becoming more like...Nazis. We actually do fear entering some businesses, saying things publicly that we might have said a few years ago, etc. Sad thought. In that regard, I suppose the new, more threatening tactics are effective. I note this symbiotic relationship between slipping away and self-preservation while I slowly go Galt. Doc was very clear about the need to keep our mouths shut. We sat out on his porch enjoying a wonderful rye as the sun dropped low...enjoying the peace.