Spent over 3 hours last night at the food coop meeting. The racist black-shirted BDS people showed up en force again, but were soundly defeated – again – hopefully for good this time.

I sat next to a grandson of White-Russian emigrants who fled during the revolution. He even had someone in Kerensky’s government, who got shot by the Bolsheviks. I didn’t tell him what my communist great-grandfather was doing at the time. He plied me with parenting advice.
Told me how he camped out overnight outside the pre-school and how that was the only way he managed to get his 3-year old in. This is just great.
Why does everything need to be so cut-throat?