I had a dream last night that I told you to give the bones of my wrists and fingers to the dogs after I died. We were in a car, a dark car of the sort you might see driven by a Driver in The Handmaid’s Tale. i had decided it was time, so we were headed to some place where I was going to die.

But in reality, I’m not ready for that, not any of that, not at all. 

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Yesterday at the No Kings Day rally at the City-County Building, I felt a sense of hope, surrounded by thousands of people, peaceful and polite, protesting against the current administration. Walking together towards Penn Station, there were lots of great chants: Education not deportation. No hate, no fear, immigrants are welcome here. Trump’s a jag-off.

I like the name “No Kings Day” because it’s memorable, inverting “Three Kings Day” and recalling the revolution against King George III, the very raison d’être of the United States. On the other hand, I recognize some great countries remain monarchies. It’s just that “No Tyrants Day” doesn’t have the same ring to it. Plus we’d miss signs like: A faux king loser and No faux king way.