The joke back in the days of a captive Eastern Europe, as explained to those of us who lived in Western Europe was that "a refugee is someone who votes with their feet." I thought about that on Saturday watching the "lyin' media" report on the Woman's March on America.
I think we'll argue and discuss from now until forever what any of Saturday's events, not just across America but around the world actually mean and still not get anywhere because, I suspect, they mean something different and personal to every person who participated.
But as we're learning painfully fast with the new crowd in charge of Dodge City, size matters far more than anything else to include accuracy or truth. But that's okay. I get that a picture is worth a thousand words, but there's something comforting about math and numbers. And speaking of the latter here's a non-visual representation of Saturday's scale and scope.
Sure seems like quite the turn-out. #Manypeoplearesaying bigly.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
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