Joy is resistance is joy.
See you out on Saturday with your 🚫👑 sign.
You know, we revived WTFGU in 2022 because of all the unexpected zigs and zags of living as a middle-aged Gen Xer. (Seriously. “WTF” was right there in the initials.) And that was before America decided to once again hand control of the military to that obtuse, vindictive creep.
We tried to put aside our worst predictions about the second time around, but sure enough. As always, he’s following the first rule of marketing: Create a problem, and then sell yourself as the only solution. Like whoever it is selling those mini lacrosse sticks for cleaning your tongue. Obvious bullshit that somehow hoodwinks just enough people to be worth it.
Everything is a TV show with this guy. That speech at Fort Bragg, for example? The applause was fierce and disturbing … and staged. Everything is always meticulously programmed to build his bully persona and shield his loveless insecurity. “Weird” bothered him. “Tiny dick” references bothered him. “TACO” bothers him. Unflattering portraits bother him.
Massive protests really bother him. That’s where Saturday comes in.
Another thing that really bothers him is being associated with that guy who totally wasn’t murdered in prison. So he’s deflecting our attention by stirring up chaos in Los Angeles. The stakes are higher, because he’s panicking. Serious people are lining up to stick it to him. Yesterday, five times the usual number of DC Bar members voted 10:1 to crush Pam Bondi's brother's leadership bid.
He's said horrible things about our military, but he’s charging us $179 million to 1) order the National Guard and Marines to attack regular citizens and 2) parade humvees on his birthday. His shameless brain won’t comprehend that “semper fi” doesn't mean "unless a draft dodger has a hissy fit and orders us to shoot our mom's friends."
So we’re going to show up and show out at our local “No Kings” protests on Saturday. It's also Worldwide Knit In Public Day, so Magda will pre-game by pulling her best Madame Defarge act with dozens of her nice lady crafting friends (before they walk across the street to roast the guy whose hairdo looks like a very unnatural fiber).
Boston is also offering up the No Kings but Yaaas Queens! rally, which is hilarious and important. The bullies want us meek and somber. Protesting with a joyful thumb to our nose hurts their narrative and their feelings. So we’re spending Flag Day decked out in our best red, white, and blue and/or rainbow.
It’s all-hands-on-deck time. The more people out in the streets, the more focus we’ll steal from his tank-speckled ego-massage (which most of his craven supplicants will avoid like a town hall meeting).
Magda can't be the only one who has been feeling a strange sense of freedom and love in celebrating fighting magats. Music sounds better, food tastes more delicious, and jokes are funnier, all since we know they resent us for having more fun than they are. So we’re also spending this weekend pushing into all the things we love doing. Stay up late to finish that chapter. Walk another half mile. Grow more flowers. Listen to classic Americana like Sly and the Family Stone and the Beach Boys.
Could we have imagined our 50s would feature a wretch like him doing the things he’s doing? Hell no. But here we are. Defiantly. Let's exult with like-minded people face-to-face. Let’s be free.