A brief memo to Tea Party and Code Pink activists and their ilk

When I was 23, I was outraged with my government. I talked a lot about how the president was an evil dictator bent on destroying the country, and ranted to anyone who would listen about the creeping changes that would inevitably bring about the end of freedom as we knew it. I was a bubbling cauldron of what I believed to be righteous indignation.

And then I grew up.