My partner, "Herself", and I went to the "NoKings" rally yesterday. It was glorious. It was exhausting. She's two weeks shy of 80. I'm 76. I had a stroke three years ago that damaged my balance, and I gave a game knee from a hit and run 50 years ago, so I walk with some difficulty. But of all the things we could do against fascism, it beat living hell out of getting shot at and bombed.
We dragged ourselves home, ate leftovers and zoned out on a Valkyries game. We were sound asleep by 9:30 PM. She was still asleep an 9:00 AM.
Now that it's morning I felt ready to resume my traditional doom scrolling. So I did, but what to my wondering eyes should appear but thousands of other "NoKings" rallies. Damn, but there's a *lot* of us. We heavily outnumber the #MAGAts. Heavily. We *are* going to win.
"They got the guns but we got the numbers" -- The Doors, 1968
We have guns, too, but after seeing how many of us we are, I think we'll not have to use them. This brings joy to my heart. I shooting war here would every bit as ugly as a shooting war anywhere, probably worse because here we have "a rifle behind every blade of grass". I had begun to doubt, but it turns out that it's not going to be necessary. We may need to stage a #GeneralStrike, but we're not going to have to kill each other, just down tools and put our hands in our pockets, and walk out the door.
"The capitalist has no heart, but harpoon him in the pocketbook and you will draw blood." -- Big Bill Haywood.