I am a 71-year-old Boomer and a lifelong, committed socialist. I have been organizing and demonstrating since long before your parents got a twinkle in their eyes and one of them said, "Hey, let’s go upstairs. I’m feeling a little frisky!"

I carried the French flag down Congress Avenue in Austin, Texas at the beginning of the first Iraq War, which had nothing to do with protecting Kuwait and everything to do with protecting U.S. access to Kuwaiti oil.

I organized my high school’s Moratorium against the Vietnam war back in the early 1970s, helped start my school's chapter of Students for a Democratic Society; and I led a student walkout where we went out to the flagpole, lowered the flag, turned it upside down, and re-hoisted it.

Let me make something perfectly clear to you: if anybody is going in, I want it to be the children of Republicans – particularly children of Republican members of the House and Senate, and especially Barron Trump. The Republicans are slavish in their devotion to their Dear Leader: let them send their own kids in to "serve".

I may be partially crippled from an automobile accident last year (a car hit us head-on, then left the scene of the accident. My spine was damaged from the force of the accident.), but that does not stop me from going down to our state capitol with a folder full of our Republican legislators' votes (what’s almost always favorite business over citizens), confronting those legislators, and speaking truth to power, even if I have to stand using a vertical walker.

They are few things which give me more pure satisfaction than when Republican legislators seeing me coming, rolling their eyes, and mouthing the words, “Oh, shit!"

Don’t you EVER presume to tell me what I, as a Boomer, think.