Usually when people are informed, “Here’s the matter,” I want to ask? Did God stop today’s cheese Dadish for both of you, to tell you what’s the matter?
But here’s the matter: We need you this Saturday.
What’s happening in Los Angeles with the National Guard is not just the brain of President Trump to move through the musk scandal. This is the next step in his attempts for the autocracy.
On Saturday, Trump celebrated his Washington birthday with a giant military parade, at an estimated amount of $ 45 million. She is a fun love. This is “The Music Man” meets the National Day Parade in Pyongyang.
So we need you to think that showing one of the “no king” protest ralls held again on Saturday April. I would attend one, because it was important and because it would do my hopeless heart. This can be the same for you – lift you, remind you who you are. You appear, we give you hope. It’s a great offer: Just a little grandchild, and wants to have something from me, he put both hands on his hips, present a trade, glare? “So, deal with?
We are people making the best placards – my favorites from “hands off” March is “HONK if you don’t get drunk plans” and “now you’ve run out of grandmothers.” There are old civil movement songs in civil rights and protests that prevent Vietnam war. This hospitality, right action and food trucks. Heaven.
Saturday is a week before the summer solstice, and this is how I celebrate the last week of spring. I don’t agree with the summer, all mosquitoes and plants. If I were God, I would skip it. But spring gives us green, growing, new life. The frogs began singing again in the rain. They wait, and suddenly they say, here I, hydrated, and I tell you. Spring new voices.
The winter arrived in Mra. The next time is about new leaders and orators to exit rallies at the end of the week. We are spring frogs.
People who say that it is not necessary to lose from the rest of us trying to do it.
I will celebrate the last week of spring tens of thousands of people in San Francisco Civic Center. Only ordinary citizens with a moral compass, we do not have a plan or strategy to save this sick country, but we will show the heart, children, children, people of every etc. The love we have for this beautiful, belumaguered democratic country is our little light to see, and shine.
Once a small group of people from my church, mostly old, it’s a week to withdraw redwoods. At the end of one night, it began to pour buckets of rain. They have to go back to their cabins in the dark. They are ok until home withdrawal lights disappear; They are in the dark. A narrow, good bridge that separates them from their cabins, and they are afraid of crossing it blind. But the youngest old man had a keychain with a small flashlight of this gave a thin beam of light, and therefore, leading to the shoulders of each other and drove the bridge.
I wish all the people to meet my city could cry for the broken and destroyed, all the people who died because one of the fucking one but most of us are breaking, like the liberals, like little children. At least, I do.
If the kids know the small fingers of their fingers, reflect the fingers with one hand against the other and look exactly if they knitting. This is exactly what we do on Saturday: Tell the peaceful resistance to the dictatorship, politics of violence.
Remember the old bumper sticker saying, “Democracy is a verb”?
One of the older women in the dark rain in that atmat 40 years ago was Mary Williams. I still drink at first we met. He worshiped me even if I was a sick person’s walk. Her son was imprisoned, her preparation for health, and she was poor, but when she was sad, she always told me, “Annie, i AWARE My change comes. “And it is.
I live in a small boat at home and no money; Mary lives in projects. She will bring me small baggies full of dimes, sealed with twisted relationships. I am sad, and then have a child, with no husband or steady income. But whenever life feels, I will see or remember Mary on the altar, who shares his hardships and pain, “but I AWARE My change comes. “It’s always done: a second wind, a visit from an old friend.
When my baby 3, a book of mine unexpectedly, and I explained to Mary that we did better today. But he still carried the baggies. He knows I don’t need money, but I need the dimes.
I looked at one of the bags in my booklet today – I saved it all years – and I needed honor, love, hope; good people. Our change will come, may not be next Thursday after lunch, but it is, if we are together, don’t give up, and keep getting in the next right action. Remembering this is the gift of marching on Saturday. So the thing: are you afraid, sad, tired and simply gobsmacked? Maybe show on Saturday. Democracy comes with us.
Anne Lamaott, a writer of fiction and nonfiction, lives in Marin County. The newest book is “anything: love thoughts.” X: @anne
