Went to the Women’s March this morning, a response nationwide to Trump’s inauguration, and hoped to see a bunch of little 12 year old girls rule motherfuckers on their special day. But of course that kind of confidence and ownership takes time. This is your world, girls, do your thing! There were lots of teachers, lots of retired liberals, lots of babies and lots of pussy hats. Some generally bored-looking men, some obligated-looking men, some young girls scoping the whole thing out doubtlessly trying to figure out where they fit in.
Here’s the crowd at Shitty Hall, fourth and Santa Clara:
The whole thing remained pretty Hwite, I’m sorry to report, unless there was a section of people of color on the other side of the street that I never saw. The crowd was of such size and I was with a group of people of such size that once the thing got moving you were often stuck where you were.
As far as I saw there was only one elderly man in a contrary position, up on the balcony of the Rotary building’s parking garage with a sign that said we were bullying Trump by marching. Can one bully, can one be bigoted against, those who have all the power?
Apropos bullying, my favorite sign is the one about the mango:
All in all the day was a success, because any day when car traffic is barred from downtown is a good day. The convocation at Plaza César Chávez devolved into a bit of a pissing match for local politicians en lieu of a better-organized guide to groups represented in the march to inform the interested. There was even a shameless appearance by Sam Liccardo himself, él de la mayor desvergüenza, hijo de puta y mamón de su propia verga, so I left before it ended. A good time was had by all and we practiced being squished together on the streets!
Did we all bike to work on the 12th to prepare for Bike Fest ’16? Of course not, dipshit, you drove like you do every day. Aren’t you embarrassed? If I had the same executive position at Cisco for the past fucking ten years like you, I think I’d have learned to not sit on highway 87 by now. For an hour, which is the same as sitting on the light rail for some parts. Anyway, that’s just me.
Went to the History Park in central San Ho to see SV Bike Fest ’16 and took some pictures of just a few of the bicycles. Sorry bikers, this was not a motorcycle show! But take a look anyway. Captions tell the stories of some bikes.
Santa Clara Valley Brewing donated the money from beer sales to the Fest. VTA was there too, to get people to come to transit meetings so we can propose that they spread their upcoming budget better between freeways (which we know are a lost cause) and bike/pedestrian improvements (which are proven improvements).
Some merchants were selling soap and stuff too, and there was also a guy from the Tour de Coop, who are combining bike touring with people’s urban gardens. Is that a sweet idea or what?? It’s September 17, and already on September 18 is the return of the righteous Viva Calle.