Left at 8:15 this morning, home just after 5p tonight. I'm tired but it was a great day of resistance and active participation in our democracy. The tenor of this year's March was different than last January's. Then, shocked and worried and desperate for hope, we came together to seek solace and strength in one another.

A year in, the shock has largely worn off. We know what we're dealing with, even when he sinks to new and ever-coarser lows. We have seen the damage being done to our country, our citizens of color, the poor and undocumented among us, our standing in the world, our environment. We woke this morning to a government shutdown.

Today we again came together, to vent our rage, to celebrate the many women who have run and won in local and state elections since trump's inauguration, to thank the women of color who got Doug Jones elected, to look ahead to the women and right-minded men who will run this November, to make clear that we are still here, we are still fighting, and a giant blue intersectional wave is only just beginning to really build its strength.

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Well, tomorrow is another protest. The one year anniversary of the big one; the Women's March.

I'm grateful that we have this opportunity, grateful for freedom of expression, the freedom to gather, the freedom to express rage and disbelief and heartbreak in words and action. But, I am also furious. Furious that the United States has gone and is going to shit in so many ways so quickly and so constantly since a:

sexual assaulting
money laundering
stupid bouffanting
adultering
lying
addicted-to-golfing
couldn't-give-a-shit-about presidenting
ignorant-as-fucking
tweeting
reality TVing
small dicking
long tie-ing
small handsing
orange skinning
dictator loving
failed developmenting
hated-by-New Yorkers-ing
Birther-creating
"wall"-building
DACA-n-CHIP-killing
tax "reforming"
environment killing
big game hunting (vicariously)
racisting
McDonalds eating
can't-stop-talking-about-Hillarying
white supremacist-admiring
NRA-money-loving
charity stiffing
no-family-from-Swedening

a-hole won the Electoral College but not the popular vote in 2016.

As we should all now know, democracy is not something to take for granted. Ane yet I am peevish to the g-damn max about spending yet another day with yet another homemade sign and mesh pack full of trail mix, phone chargers, lip balm, and Metro card hoping against hope that Republicans will find their balls and spines and that RBG and Mueller don't die anytime soon.

my (double-sided) sign for tomorrow, March 2018

I am angry and tired. And I am tired of being angry and tired. But then again, at least there is hope in this messed up idea that is America, for that is more than many countries have.

My sign and pack sit at the ready by the front door, and I'm off to bed now. I hope the turnout around the globe tomorrow (and Sunday) is huge, and I hope this November's elections are blue and female tsunamis. In the meantime, I continue to try to do my part. Try to show my sons how to be active participants in an imperfect system that is better than many alternatives. Try to imprint upon their dear souls that working for the good of many, especially the weakest, poorest, and most voiceless among us, is absolutely the way to go. Hoping against current evidence that maybe in the future, justice won't take quite so much rage and effort.