No Kings

3/29/2026

My stepfather and I went to the No Kings protest in Atlantic City yesterday. The weather was perfect and there was a great turn out. I woke up feeling pretty well yesterday and did everything right to be proactive with potential health episodes. Having David by my side gave me a feeling of security knowing I was in good hands if I got sick.

It was an amazing group of diverse people that met up at the Atlantic City police station and proceed to wind through neighborhoods where, in recent weeks, residents had been abducted from ICE. The spots were these abductions were marked by the organizers of the protest, El Pueblo Unido, holding signs. Every protestor was reminded why they were protesting over and over again, not just by El Pueblo Unido reps holding signs saying, "someone was taken here," but by the faces in the yards, the doors, and the windows, the faces of those that wanted to march, but couldn't. That were too scared to march.

What if ICE showed up???

There were chants. There were laughs. There were honks and hoots and hollers. All and all it was an awesome experience. After the protest, we stayed for the speakers. We heard from El Pueblo Unido and the voice of our youth. We heard from an amazing young woman named Alison who, at only 17 took the reigns on organizing this protest for El Peublo Unido. This young woman who not that long ago came to El Pueblo Unido after her mother was taken and deported while Alison was at work. Alison kept her head up and continued to work through her pain and still continues now.

After hearing Alison and the other youths speak, I have been left with a feeling of better faith for our future than I had before. I guess my horror at what is going in our country and my guilt at letting it go as far as it has must have overshadowed my ability to see that they can begin to fight along side us as well.

So, to my other chronic illness warriors out there that struggle with whether or not they can handle a protest or not. Find one in a smaller town like I did. I had a ton of choices around me, including Philadelphia and New York City. There is no way I could handle a big city protest. The anxiety alone would have shut me down and shut me down fast. I probably would have had to pack a vape and smoke cannabis the entire time to keep the nausea at bay and to be able to stay upright. The number of people in A.C. was perfect for me. Next. have a buddy that understands you and your illness. That is going to watch out for you and that is going to understand if you need to suddenly sit down.

Next, time to address the elephant in the room. Where the heck have I been? I know, right!? Super sorry about that. I had some sort of brain block. Not writer's block, but some sort of mental block. I couldn't even approach my computer. I don't know, man, chumpy chomo has got me all flustered.

No, that's not it.

There are still so many people that still support him.

I don't understand it. How can so many people be so fucking stupid?????

Even with this freaking war. He has no plan, no exit strategy. He has no idea what to do next. He really thought the rest of Europe was just going to come running and help. When they said, "No," he had no idea what to do next. There was no Plan B. This is war. How do you not have a Plan B. Oh, wait, I know how, Pete Hegseth. Donald Trump. Say less.

Next, let's touch briefly on this government shutdown bullshit. I am not going to say much, but the Senate came to multiple deals. The orange fucknut basically said, if it doesn't include the SAVE Act, I Veto. Nothing passes, then he signs an executive order with vague wording to pay TSA workers with phantom money? No, Dumpy Doo is just trying to look like a hero and make congress look like tools. His MAGAt cult members will praise him, curse Democrats. Rinse. Repeat.

Let's see, oh yeah, Bill Maher got a prize. So, of course, Demented Donny threw a fit until they came up with a new award, The America First Award. They threw together a special awards ceremony and even had a statue created for this award that was obviously quite a bit more prestigous than that silly old Mark Twain Award that Maher was winning. They had the ceremony and guess who won this amazing prestigous award. That's right. The Racketeering Rapist, the Marmalade Manbaby, Chumpy Chomo himself.

Ah, so yesterday, we officially hit 90 days until our wedding. I think that might be why I disappeared for a bit. My parents all came back from being snowbirds and now wedding plans have kicked back into high gear. Not that any of you care about that. This is about getting rid of a wanna be dictator. This is about stopping fascism before it destroys our country. This is about remembering what our forefathers fought and died for. It's for continuing to fight for what this country was founded on. It's for stopping at nothing to keeping democracy alive and well in the United States for as long as we might live.

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Yes-Chapter 3 of The Turn should be out this week, hopefully for tomorrow night. It will eventually get it's own page, I think.

Have a great night and keep coming back.

Talk to you soon.

Sara