DC! Come To The Women's March *And* Watch The 'Naug, With Your Extra Special Guest, Wonkette!
This is Donald Trump getting tomatoed.
Things are awful busy here in the wilds of Montana, as we prep the #Wonkebago to drive allllllll the way across the country just in time to buy you beers and chicken wings while we watch the 'Naug and throw things at the teevee, AND march with all you nasty women in DC!
(Are you on the way from Montana to DC? Do you have a driveway that is at least 29 feet long? Do you want us to stay in it? Do you have wine? Email rebecca at thisheremommyblog dot com!)
What When Where Why How and Who!
First! Let'spregame the Inauguration(we will buy you beers and platters!) at
The Bottom Line
1716 I (Eye) Street NW
Washington DC 20006
202-298-8488
Red Line to Farragut North
Blue and Orange Line to Farragut West
They are not reserving a space for us, and it is first come first served, so let's get there at like TEN AM on Inauguration Day, Jan. 20, and get all drinkyed up! (You can also come later; the inauguration will probably be at noon.)
We will probably be there till like 3.
THEN! The next day, we will get ourWOMEN'S MARCHon! If you want to walk with us and the babby, meet us at
Potbelly Sandwiches, 409 3rd St SW, at 9: 30 a.m. on Jan. 21!
Bring $20, because you will definitely want toΒ buy this rad hat.Β
Also, bring me presents, because I like presents, and I will kiss you on all your faces. YOU GUYS WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SUCH FUN YELLING AT THIS DICKHEAD FOR THE NEXT FOUR YEARS. We will all be like crusty young punks again, with the safety pins and the cussing and the bad manners and the REVOLUTION. No anarchists though, those guys are lame.
Spread the word and SEE YOU THEN!
So long as it warms right up to ca. 60ΒΊ on the following day, by all means pray away. A torrential downpour would also be acceptable - something that not only soaks the mob but keeps it largely invisible to viewers. Wishing for a wicked round of campylobacteriosis at the Coronation Ball may or may not violate posting rules. (Masque of the Red Death is right out.)
Rethugs used to be satisfied with setting aside special protest pens, where you could protest without being seen or heard. Now they get butthurt just knowing that it's happening out there, somewhere.