I shout a lot. Not with my lungs. With my pen. Well, not a pen, actually. With a wireless Bluetooth keyboard. A few years ago, I shouted with my lungs at Tea Party events. I realized pretty quickly that shouting wasn’t doing any good. It worked at first. Shouting carried my voice to people who thought “no one believes what I believe.” Some people heard me yelling at the Arch and came out to see what the hell was going on.
What If We Stopped Shouting?
What If We Stopped Shouting?
What If We Stopped Shouting?
I shout a lot. Not with my lungs. With my pen. Well, not a pen, actually. With a wireless Bluetooth keyboard. A few years ago, I shouted with my lungs at Tea Party events. I realized pretty quickly that shouting wasn’t doing any good. It worked at first. Shouting carried my voice to people who thought “no one believes what I believe.” Some people heard me yelling at the Arch and came out to see what the hell was going on.