This morning The Wife and I participated in No Kings II: The Sequel.
A few images:
Our location was 35th Avenue and Bell in Phoenix; hardly a stronghold of rabid liberalism, but the turnout was excellent, running from the northeast corner of 35th to way past the Arby's, and as with the protest we attended in June--though perhaps more so--the response from passing vehicles was overwhelmingly positive. For every passerby who flipped us the bird, or gave us a thumbs-down, or stopped to rev their engine and blast exhaust at us--and there were a few of each--there were ten or twenty supportive horn honks and thumbs-up.
There was, of course, a big white pickup displaying a variety of pro-Trump flags that roared past us several times, would-be menacingly. And another truck pulled up so that the young men inside could shout at us "get a job!" and "you're all ret*rded!" After hearing this, we all realized the error of ways, dropped our signs and went home.
Since I understand that frogs are currently a symbol of the resistance, I drew my Ed Emberly frog--one of the very few things I know how to draw; I'm not as gifted an artist as Our President--on my sign, but there was a much better frog sign:
My favorite sign, however, read "MY 6x GREAT GRANDFATHER WINTERED AT VALLEY FORGE: NO KINGS THEN...NO KINGS NOW." Near this guy sat his Mom, whose sign was identical, except it said "MY 5x GRANDFATHER...".
Keep resisting!
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