bigot

At the shop buy a can a pack of water bottles. This is just still water, for the coffee machine. But it makes the coffee taste better. Wait at the till until the son arrives with a loaf of bread, then pay.
Go up the main street, cross the bridge. The water is heavy, six platic bottles each containing more than a litre. The son walks along to the one side , he carries the bread.

All the way up the town there is a radical politician, s peaking at a demonstration, demonstrating bigotry, a clever mixture of singular events in history that would serve the points that were to be made.
The man rushes around with great energy shouting into his microphone. Helpers in black fancy dress, tee shirt and camouflage, hold up placards showing pictures from the Jihad. They are to illustrate that this is the way of all Islam, to shoot and to destroy.T The man is demonstrating alternative facts for stupid people. The son meets a few school friends, they are holding up banners to protest at the public sp eeches.
The police are there in force, All in black uniforms, to keep trouble down.
The sum of the protesters and the speakers, the demonstrators, and the spectators is smaller than the quantity of police.

Take a few pictures, the little camera is difficult, it is too slow.
A woman with a glove puppet makes fun of the speaker.
He calls her stupid.
He calls the Suddeutsche Zeitung a leftist propoganda circular.

The man is a bigot.
His friends come over, complain.
They do not like having their picture taken.
Ask the police.
The police say it is in order to take pictures.