I spent a few hours yesterday with several thousand like-minded individuals gathered around the Capitol reflecting pool to show Felon and Lone Skum exactly what we think of them. I have a few thoughts:
·
I like marches better than rallies. I feel too
passive at a rally, standing around listening to other people tell me things I’m
already pissed about or I wouldn’t be there in the first place.
·
Yesterday’s rally was too polite for my taste,
knowing what’s going on as I do. A lot of time was spent making sure we knew
how to behave so as not to upset anyone. Fuck that. I WANT to upset people. The
time for business-as-usual cooperation had passed.
·
We were advised, if harassed or otherwise
feeling at risk, to sit down and raise our hand so a ‘safety marshal’ arrived.
I had two comments:
o
Do I have to raise my whole hand?
o
Sitting down is no problem, but if I’m raising
my hand I expect someone to grab it and pull me to my feet.
·
They also said we could sing or hum while
waiting for the safety marshal; ‘The Star-Spangles Banner’ was suggested. Fuck
that, too. If I have someone in my face and I feel like singing, I’m standing
to my full 6 foot 1 inches and 215 pounds and giving him a rendition of ‘Bad to
the Bone.’
I’m glad I went. The crowd was much bigger than a couple of
weeks ago, and better organized. (Though portable toilets would have been
nice.) The size and vociferousness of the crowds needs to continue to grow; I
feel confident it will.
The big thing that needs to change is the attitudes of
Democratic officials, especially those in leadership positions. As I said
above, it’s too late for business as usual. You’re in leaderships: fucking lead.
Rock the boat. Capsize the bastard if necessary. Smooth sailing is going to get
us all impressed into servitude.
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