We weren't going to be able to make it to D.C. today, but the Flaming Pablum family took part in the Women's March here in Manhattan. I can't say I've ever seen anything like it. In case you missed it, here's a brief taste. It's still happening, by the way. I get the feeling that this is just the beginning.
ADDENDUM: Listening to apologists on various news outlets spinning on the marches going on across the world, suggesting that it's "uncertain" or "unclear" or "ambiguous" about what these marches are all about. Lemme tell ya... from first hand experience, there is absolutely *NO MYSTERY* about what these marches are singularly about. As endearingly diverse a mix of individuals and sensibilities comprise them, there is a ROCK SOLID point of unity running throughout. It is a *RENUNCIATION* of Trump, his appointees and their threatened policies writ large. Pure and simple. And as sensory-engulfing as the NYC crowd was, I've never encountered a great sense of unity.