Yesterday after visiting Mom, I attended the No Kings rally here in Port Orchard. More in depth on that adventure later, but during part of this adventure, I was sent to go watch and supervise the republican part of the rally. It was a grand total of three gentlemen, two of them around my age and the third, maybe high school college age.

I watched. I listened to the crazy crap they were spewing (stupid people, pedophiles, blow Iran sky high, more pedophiles, why did Biden not ask for the release of the Epstein files, something about Obama…) and just wished for them to open their ears and listen and see.

The guy who showed up to remark that the crowd was “mostly old white women” really made my day too. I’m glad he picked out the old white women. But he forgot the old everyone, the young everyone, the people of color everyone, the EVERYONE for miles around showing up. Showing up because hey, we are all on the losing end of things and what can we do about that starting with SHOW UP.

There were a few comments I wanted to make, including, “hey, I see three of you, you promised me an entire section of the intersection of those who agree with you and there is a WHOPPING three of you. I’m not even sure you’re from Port Orchard. sigh.”

Or maybe “Okay, you three republican kings of Port Orchard….I need you to look out and across and beyond and see how you are severely outnumbered and are you learning anything from this experience?”

Meh. I wanted to review the documentary I recently watched which I swear our three watched and perhaps starred in as well. It’s Lewis Theroux’s “Inside the Manosphere” and you can see this on Netflix. I ended up puking through the last half of it, because I overate. But it’s how I felt about some of the male dominant attitudes in the film too.

I’ve watched this documentary. I’ve seen that attitude in person yesterday here in Port Orchard. But the “deer in the headlights” moment comes courtesy of one of my children, who tells me they too have watched this documentary. In fact, their friends and them made it into a drinking game, and they drank for every awful comment, and every absolutely masogynistic moment. My body hurts thinking about how that may have even turned out. I did not ask. I did not want to know.

Thanks for coming and being part of the No Kings rally here in Kitsap. Between Kingston to Port Orchard, so many of you showed up and I had some great conversations with some of you.