It’s been a while since I’ve written a blog post, but I was inspired today…
This morning, I joined a great mass of like-minded people marching down Market Street in Philadelphia to protest trump’s lack of intelligence. Again.
Today, on Earth Day, according to Reuters:
“Thousands of scientists and people from other walks of life turned out in Washington and New York on Saturday for Earth Day events that organizers have framed as a “celebration” of science to counter a growing disregard for evidence-based knowledge…
March for Science is the latest in a series of national demonstrations staged since Trump’s inauguration nearly 100 days ago. Previous marches and protests have focused on a range of partisan issues, from abortion rights to immigration policy.”
From smaller marches in places like Doylestown, PA and Trenton, NJ, to great marches in New York City and Washington, D.C., scientists in white lab coats marched alongside the young and old, black and white and all shades in between, straight and gay, blind, deaf, babies in carriages and injured hobbling along on crutches.
Yes, we were all there, just like we were for the Women’s March on January 21 of this year. But for this march, rather than the pink pussy hats, some wore brain caps:
And as I walked down Market Street with my friends, I thought about how all of us, regardless of our personal issues, keep coming together in peaceful protest against the monster (oh yes, I’ll go there) in the oval office. There were many truly creative and beautiful signs, but this was my favorite one:
Yes, today we marched in support of science, but it was, as usual, a protest against the man (ahem) himself and his administration. And though Americans are growing more diverse as time goes by, we are united in our hatred.
And so it struck me that although we once thought that the lovely Barack O’Bama (yes, I make him a wee bit Irish) would be the great uniter, I see now that it’s drumpf (his real family name, in case you haven’t heard; also, I refuse to capitalize any name used to identify “him”) who has truly united us.
No, there is no planet B, that’s for sure. As we marched past a lone trumper waving a large “Make America Great Again” flag, we booed him and called out cross words. But we didn’t maul him or kill him in any way, so that was lucky for him. This is your planet too, buddy, you know that, right?
Ahhhh, sigh. This is a tough one, folks. I’ve had a stomach-ache since January, and I don’t think I’m the only one. The Fiasco in the White House is scary. The guy grates on my nerves, and on the nerves of everyone who has been protesting since before the election. The good news is we are united by this grating, united in our hopes and dreams to somehow unseat this terrible small demagogue and try to get America Back on its Feet Again!
Because everything’s matter…and everything matters. That’s science. Bazinga!
And one for the boys:
We can only hope that all this marching in the rain will have a positive impact on this administration. United we stand, divided we fall. That’s science, too 🙂