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Twenty percent of a wave, July 14, 2021.

Introduction. Allow me to write, if I may, a little bit about some of the doings in our little town.

The Preleptic tone was set many years ago in one of our earliest culture worklashes.

There was a proposition on the Idaho ballot that would have forbidden the granting of any special rights to homosexuals.

Looking back, we can see how pressing that measure was. At any rate, that measure was on the ballot.

And I was invited to sit on a panel discussing the controversy over it at an event sponsored by the League of Women Voters.

When we got to the venue, the place was already chock full of activists flown in, I believe, from New York.

The room was crammed with signs that said, if memory serves, Idaho is too great for hate, and no hate here.

As the evening proceeded, the crowd was pretty surly, and it got to a level that caused me to write out a note beforehand, so I could just slide it over to the moderator, suggesting that he called the cops.

If something happened, I wouldn't have had time to write. The air was just a crackle in with ironic tension.

A conflict having arisen from all the peace, emanating from the signs, and all the hatred emanating from the people holding them. It was really something.

One of the high points of the evening was when it concluded, and a heckler gent who had been sitting near the front on my left stood up, hoaked up a no hate here sign with one hand, and flipped me the bird with the other.

This was before we all had cameras on our phones, but I can ask you to imagine, can I?

But probably the most exciting moment of the evening was in the hallway outside afterwards, when a woman with the lesbian avengers, I think, started repeatedly screaming at us something along the lines of, in 10 years, your kids will be ours.

By the way, it has been 25 years or so now, and they still don't have any of our kids, or grandkids.

This is no small part because we were not foolish enough to turn our kids over to these people for their moral formation.

Chatting with our Rachel last night, she informed us that she and Becca recorded their thoughts on this whole incident for their What Have You podcast that will drop later this week.

You should tune into that if you want to hear how funny the whole thing was, but back to our theme.

A disclaimer. I do not write about any of this because I am in any way asking you to feel sorry for me. I do not play the violin, and if I did, this would not be a sad song.

My goal lies elsewhere. For someone in my position, if you stick your head through the hole and the canvas at the back of a booth in the county fair, you cannot be astonished if people subsequently throw wet sponges at it.

That part of it is something that just comes with the territory. My interest, rather, is in analyzing the incongruity and not the incongruity between my views and the views of my adversaries.

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