I’m not sure what I think about protests as a way of actually causing change, but I can verify for you that they can cause blisters.
Hello, I am actively defending my 1st Amendment rights. But in a pleasant sort of way.
I didn’t really know what to expect, having never before protested anything more significant than the new Becky on Rosanne, but in retrospect everything about yesterday seems sort of…right. My friends and I, like the Democratic Party, were sort of disorganized in our approach, so we missed all of the speaking and rallying and general pumping up of spirit, but we caught the march about halfway to the capitol building and joined in after we realized that the people we were standing next to on the sidelines were yelling “Shame on you!” to all the passers by—most of whom were dressed in flowing clothes and responding with peace signs. Which I have to say, I totally dug. Though I also dug the guy who responded with a very succinct “Fuck you!”
So anyway, we realized were protesting next to people who were actually protesting us, and figured maybe we should get into the fray, lest it appear that we were being rude. We didn’t spend 11 hours in a Taurus to be associated with people who accessorize with eagles. LOTS of eagles.
See? Peace sign and a smile. Who says you can’t be polite while demanding impeachment?
Do you see how no one in this picture is wearing an iron-on patch that says “Jane Fonda. American Traitor. BITCH!!!!”. That’s how I knew I was standing in the right place.