No Kings for me!

I joined the No Kings march in Oakland, California on Saturday. Word is there were more than 10,000 of us who marched from Wilma Chan Park through downtown to the Lake Merritt waterfront on a gorgeous Bay Area autumn day.

The estimates I've seen of total participation nationwide range from five to eight million people. As was true in Oakland, the day across the country – even around the world! – was overwhelmingly peaceful. The atmosphere here was lighthearted, even joyous. I loved being part of the big crowd, speaking up for my American ideals. There's comfort in numbers and strength in knowing that others share your worries and your work.

President Trump responded by posting a video of himself wearing a crown and flying a plane named "King Trump" that dumped liquid excrement on marchers.

Honestly, Trump shitting on America is completely on message.

I was upset about the video at first, but my brother talked me off the cliff. We knew the man was classless, juvenile, divisive and hateful, so no new information, right? And it was a classic Trump tactic: Turn the conversation away from what matters – militarization of domestic policing, unconstitutional seizures of people off the streets, midnight ICE raids on whole apartment buildings, lawless murders off the coast of Venezuela, the US government shutdown, the Epstein files, just... everything! Make it, instead, about outrage he can manufacture by trying to put himself at center stage.

You know what? Nah. I'm gonna bask in the day, continue to fight for the country I love. His disdain of me is no insult. I'm kind of proud of it.

Here are some photos I took on the march. It'll give you a taste of what the radical lunatics, Hamas sympathizers and terrorists in the East Bay got up to on Saturday.

Hella No Kings. Oakland strong!