The trumpeters of the Orange Monster, and the monster itself, would be well advised to adopt the title of this article (which is borrowed from a Led Zeppelin song) with regard to the protesters who are now wide awake, fully alert, and exercising their Constitutional rights in the streets: petitioning government for redress of grievances.
What grievance, you may be wondering? One grievance is surely that the Orange Monster has been declared president-elect by a minority of voters, propped up by a college of electors stronger than any CIA black ops, known or unknown.
Other grievances may include that they don’t want to be “grabbed by the pussy” or kissed with a mouthful of Tic Tacs, or kissed at all by the Orange Monster . . . or by any of its trumpeters; that they don’t want the press to be demonized; that they don’t want nonwhites, non–Anglo Saxons, non-Christians, nonheterosexual, non-this-or-that’s to either be deported, banned, or demonized de facto; that they don’t want to ever have to look at the Orange Monster again (especially within the White House); and that they don’t want ad infinitum . . . because they don’t know what the fuck the Orange Monster will do or suggest next.
It’s nobody’s fault but the Orange Monster and its trumpeters that it and they will soon be the most despised occupants of the White House since Nixon and his cantankerous crew.
And so, due to the Shock and Awe of this political season and the horrendous future and unacceptable present realities it has birthed, the people have Takin’ It to the Streets: “You don’t know me but I’m your brother. I was raised here in this living Hell. You don’t know my kind in your world.”
And in the Brothers’ song lies the reason that “we” are in the streets. Therein lies the problem. And therein lies the solution.
The Orange Monster and its trumpeters have no clue to the lives we live: We, who strive to accept our fellow humans and demand equality. We, who strive for a sustainable planet. We, who strive for compassion. We, who strive for understanding. We, who strive for love. We, who strive for peace (“What’s so funny ’bout peace, love, and understanding?”) We, who strive for our daily bread.
They don’t know us at all—and they have never tried to know us. They have simply waited with bated breath, seething, and silently praying for a savior to rise. Well, He has risen, risen from the orange flames of Hell with a black soul and an angry orange face: “I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer” (Revelations 6:1–2).
And so, it is nobody’s fault but President-elect Trump and his trumpeters that we are in the streets. You—the trumpeters—not only allowed it to happen but encouraged and participated in the demonizing of the majority of the American people, and the people have finally had it! We’re as mad as hell, and we’re not going to take this anymore. We shall resist. And we shall overcome. And we shall reject and repudiate messages of hate from President-elect Trump and his trumpeters. And we shall reject and repudiate the platform of racism, xenophobia, Islamophobia, homophobia and misogyny, and all the rhetoric . . .
That is why it is your fault that we have takin’ it to the streets . . .
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