So, it's done.
They have sworn in the most loathsome man I hope to ever see be POTUS. They did it to keep a woman out of the office. They did it to keep 8 old white men rich. They did it to keep America poor, uneducated, and easily controlled.
But he's not my President.
I'm sickened. I'm enraged. I'm terrified.
I'm stuck at home with my disabilities feeling helpless and hopeless, as my friends go and march. To stand up and be counted! To scream at the top of their voices that we will not take this sitting down, and if you want a fight, well God Damn It, we'll give you one!
Tomorrow, I will have to decide how to make my voice heard. What I can do to support people who have even less than I do. I will find ways to pace my efforts so over the next four years the asshats in power always feel me nipping at their heels.
This march is important, but what's more important is how we keep marching every day.