No matter how prepared you think you are, you are never truly prepared to meet a super-villain, let alone attempt to reason with one. I had done the research: watched the interviews, read the articles, studied the bills and positions. I had pages of notes for reference. I came dressed in my “not a stupid stoner” costume, complete with frilly blouse and covered tattoos. I knew my enemy. I was ready for battle.
In all reality, I knew this was not a battle I would ever win. I knew there was nothing I could say to change Rep. Christopher Hurst’s mind because something much louder was already speaking to him.