Depending on which news sources you read about the Women’s March, it appears that many of these marches had a turnout that blew apart expectations: 500,000 in D.C., 400,000 in NYC, 500,000 in L.A, 250,000 in Chicago, 90,000 in Minneapolis, and thousands more in more than 300 cities across the U.S. and in numerous foreign countries. Think about this for a moment. Trumps’ inauguration drew under a million. Just the numbers in these four cities blow his numbers out of the water.
What we may be seeing here is the rise of the feminine archetype.
Trump and the racist, mysoginist billionaires and millionaires in his cabinet seem to think that they will be able to shove women back into the 1950s, rob Afro-Americans and minorities of their rights to vote and to do anything else guaranteed under the Bill of Rights. They seem to believe they can do this because, after all, he is THE DONALD, the king of reality TV who spins facts to suit his version of reality. He has those who aid and abet him in this surreal world we’ve entered – Kellyanne Conway as one of the worst.
It’s beyond me to understand how any woman, of any ethnicity, religion, or political belief, can support a man who denigrates women and minorities at every opportunity. And how can a woman who has daughters support this guy? Each day will bring a new revelation about what will be DEFUNDED. Planned Parenthood, the Affordable Care Act, the National Foundation of the Arts, regulations on emissions. That’s just for starters.
Rob and I attended a rally in West Palm Beach with our friends Dwane, Rose, and Estis. The organizers were hoping for 1600. More like 5,000 showed up and many of them carried signs.
Some of the others moved past too quickly for me to photograph:
Now you’ve pissed off a grandmother.
Keep your small hands off my tits.
The best I saw was too far away to photograph. It read: OBAMACARED.
The White House is now occupied by a man so crass, so narcissistic, that when you put him up next to the class act of Obama, he’s the lone clown dancing on top of a train wreck tweeting his foreign policies and his attacks on the media and everyone else in 140 characters or less. His every action screams, Hey, pay attention to me, I’m the best, the greatest…
Sure. And we’re watching you,we women are. We know what you are. We know you hope to take us back to the days of Leave it to Beaver and The Donna Reed Show. We know you hope to take us back to the days of abortions in dark alleys, of no contraception, of robbing us of the decisions to govern our own bodies. We know you hope to silence us, to bring us to some more perverted version of The Handmaid’s Tale, The Hunger Games, On the Beach, or to a Dystopian reality that no storyteller has conceived of yet.
But understand this: you have awakened the female archetype, that collective something in us that refuses to submit, become submissive, to draw back into the shadows. And when this archetype rises, dudes like you don’t stand a chance.