It shall be a Day of Reckoning!
My biggest worry about tomorrow is that people will think, “Meh, big deal, we already did that. And he paused the tariffs, so we won, right?”.
I don’t know how likely that is. I am too anxious to rationally assess that, and I supposed that even if I was on a triple dose of Xanax, that can’t be figured out anyhow.
I mean, there’s millions of variables, and they’re all human beings.
But obviously I hope the turnout is simply massive. People on BlueSky are saying ten million, which would mean that everyone from the first one would have to bring a friend.
The positive forecast, as I see it, is that the first protest caught a lot of people off guard, seeing as it was organized in like three days, and a lot of people who wanted to go could not because of work, family commitments, logistics, or just plain not hearing about it or not being able to make up their mind about it until it was already over.
But now they’ve had two weeks’ notice to get their act together. They’re arranged sitters, watered the plants, packed a nice picnic lunch, and are ready to protest.
Heck, even if you don’t care about politics, you might want to go just because so many other people are going and you like to be where the action is.
Or maybe you just want to sell food there. No judgement. This is a capitalist society and the reason we have all that we have is that someone can make money doing it, whether it’s running a pizzeria or a hardware store or a dry cleaner’s.
Wanna change the world? Do something profitable.
Anyhow, that’s my hope and my fear about tomorrow’s protest. My fear is that it will be smaller than the first one because people are all, “been there, done that, whatever.”
A very Gen X fear, now that I think about it.
And my hope is that the protests will be so huge they can be seen from space and some aliens will be like, “What’s going on down there?”
Just in case, let’s play this on a loop :
But if they ask, maybe we should skip the whole “take me to your leader” thing, at least if you are an American.
Take them to our now and future PM, Mark Carney, and tell them he is the President of Earth. I am pretty sure he could pull it off.
Anyhow, like I say in my vid, I want the powers that be to be scared. As scared as it takes. Historically, big change only happens when the people in power feel like the alternative is them getting strung up on a fucking lamp pole while mobs cheer.
Hopefully it won’t come to that. But it might have to get close. I have little faith that the billionaire tribe actually knows what is good for them and understands that millions of people beat billions of dollars and that if we decide to come after them, all that money won’t mean a god damned thing.
Hell, if the people are mad enough, we can make it illegal to buy from or sell to them, and go after any “friends” helping them out, too.
Luigi Mangione’s killing of that health CEO was just the opening shot.
Sometimes has to be done to show these people that they are not untouchable.
I’d much rather that was done via law enforcement. And that’s a real possibility. The legal establishment is super pissed off too. Especially judges.
But I am open to other possibilities as well.
More after the break.
An average Friday
Normally I would resort to personal reportage right now but I don’t have much to report.
Had Wound Care this morning. Somehow screwed up setting my alarm so I woke up at 9:35 am for an appointment at 10 am.
Had to get dressed real quick. Didn’t even get to eat first.
That tiny burst of excitement aside, the only faintly interesting part of it was that, because it was Good Friday, the health center wasn’t actually open and I had to ring the doorbell so that one of the nurses could let me in.
Oh, and when I was waiting, I heard someone say my name, so I got up and went into the usual room only to have a nurse stop me and say, “I don’t think she’s ready yet!”
To which I said, “Well then who called me in here? Because someone said my name. ”
Luckily she was close enough to ready that I could just sit on the examining table and wait for her to finish getting ready.
I’m kinda glad I got cranky about it, though. I rightfully asserted myself.
Don’t make me get up then go back to the waiting room then have to get up and come back to the clinic AGAIN.
I’m already in pain.
Let’s see. Oh, and after that I wanted a vanilla cone from McD’s, so we pulled into the drive thru at our local McD’s only to be told “we’re not doing ice cream today”.
Today? What the conceivable fuck? No ice cream for an entire day?
Luckily the other McD’s, over near Lansdowne Mall, had ice cream.
I guess our local McD’s ice cream machine was broken?
After that I came home and ordered groceries. It would have been convenient if they had arrived super early again this time, so of course they were on time instead.
Got everything I ordered, which is always a plus.
Then I made the video you see at the top of this entry. Which was tricky because I was so sleepy I was nodding off in the middle of editing.
Oh well. Got the damned thing done and took a nap.
And for everything else… you were there!
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.