My little boy loves hip-hop.
The evidence: he laughs every time I do my weak human beatbox. Today I looked at him and, using the proper hand movement, did a little turntable scratch noise. "Chicka chicka chicka." He got a big grin on his face.
The views of a rabble-rouser and former stay-at-home dad on protests, politics, parenthood, groupthink, and music.
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