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The Women’s March in London was the longest I have been on. Unlike most demonstrations it was not commandeered by any one group with its identical posters.

The Women and their allies had devised their own visual protests, hand-written and improvised at home, expressing their personal reaction to the new president, whose name in schoolyard English means “to break wind” appropriately.

The placard of Sir Patrick, by the way, was not my own – I found it at the end of the March in Trafalgar Square. But there were hundreds of others, including the other three here.

President Breaking Wind has impacted us all; and personally. Some like him, think they can identify with him, believe him because they’ve seen him on television perhaps and think the billionaire and his billionaire team are truly their friends. The rest of us, including the majority of voters in USA, see through the charade: after all, the schtick is not exactly subtle. But he’s riled us, got under our skin, making us angry and despairing that he should have got through to the final of his show and turned democracy into a TV/Twitter spectacular.

What will happen? No doubt his believers will be soon disillusioned. The rest of us cannot let him reign unchallenged. The Marches worldwide were a good beginning. Some who fear him say “give the man a chance”. OK – he’s started by removing LGBTQ people, climate change and state funding of the arts from POTUS’s website. He’s had his chance.

A Message to the "Women's March" and "Feminists"

I am not a “disgrace to women” because I don’t support the Women’s March. I do not feel I am a “second class citizen” because I am a woman. I do not feel my voice is “not heard” because I am a woman. I do not feel I am not provided opportunities in this life or in America because I am a woman. I do not feel that I “don’t have control of my body or choices” because I am a woman. I do not feel like I am “ not respected or undermined” because I am a woman. 

I AM a woman.
I can make my own choices.
I can speak and be heard.
I can VOTE.
I can work if I want.
I control my body.
I can defend myself.
I can defend my family.

There is nothing stopping me to do anything in this world but MYSELF.
I do not blame my circumstances or problems on anything other than my own choices or even that sometimes in life, we don’t always get what we want. I take responsibility for myself.

I am a mother, a daughter, a wife, a sister, a friend. I am not held back in life but only by the walls I choose to not go over which is a personal choice.
Quit blaming.
Take responsibility.
If you want to speak, do so. But do not expect for me, a woman, to take you seriously wearing a pink vagina hat on your head and screaming profanities and demonizing men.

If you have beliefs, and speak to me in a kind matter, I will listen. But do not expect for me to change my beliefs to suit yours.

Respect goes both ways.

If you want to impress me, especially in regards to women, then speak on the real injustices and tragedies that affect women in foreign countries that do not that the opportunity or means to have their voices heard.

In Saudi Arabia, women can’t drive, have no rights and must always be covered.

In China and India, there’s infantcide of baby girls.

In Afghanistan, there’s unequal education rights.

In the Democratic Republic of Congo, the rapes are often and brutal and women are left to die. They’re left HIV, STD and AIDS infected and left to care for themselves and children alone.

In Mali and Egypt, women cannot escape the torture of genital mutilation.

In Pakistan, in tribal areas women are gang raped to pay for men’s crimes.

In Guatemala, the impoverished female underclass faces domestic violence, rape and the second-highest rate of HIV/AIDS after sub-Saharan Africa.

An epidemic of gruesome unsolved murders has left hundreds of women dead, some of their bodies left with hate messages.

And that’s just a few examples.

So when women get together in AMERICA and whine they don’t have equal rights and march in their clean clothes, after eating a hearty breakfast, and it’s like a vacation away that they have paid for to get there…

This WOMAN does not support it.

- a female Facebook user

@thisisjamespaxton: Today @daytonsinkia and I marched in DTLA in honor of Women’s Rights. It was a gorgeous day filled with positive energy and peaceful demonstration. It made me realize that coming together physically united to protest is why people like MLK made the impact that they did. It made me realize it’s not enough to only post on social media or to simply say you support something, but to actually act on it when it counts most, if you can. We had a blast today and will be at the next one! The journey continues… Women’s Rights = Equal Rights! #march #womensrights #equalrights #marchDTLA

Women's March: 100,000+ People Marched Today In London! Along With THE WORLD!

WHAT A REMARKABLE DAY! Myself, Gregory, my brother Adam and his boyfriend Sterling ALL Marched today in London from the US Embassy to Trafalgar Square! It was AMAZING!

All live photo’s are credit to Gregory and Adam!

The man in the above picture is Sadiq Khan… he is our Mayor here in London. He Marched with us and chanted right along with all of us… 

“HEY HEY, HO HO, DONALD TRUMP HAS GOT TO GO!” 

and 

“WE BRITS ARE STRONG AND WE’LL HOLD ON! TRUMP WON’T WIN ‘CUZ ENGLAND’S IN!”

‘NOPE’ Trump Photo from The Telegraph

I know basically no-one here on tumblr will care, only a few of my followers do, but today is the Day of Unity of Ukraine. This day is symbolic, as the country is now divided due to the invasion and part of it is under occupation.

Today also marks the date of the first deaths among the protestors at Independence Square (or Maidan Nezalezhnosti) in Kyiv, exactly three years ago. Their names were Mikhail Zhyznevskiy and Serhiy Nigoyan. More than 100 more protestors would be killed not long afterwards. Thousands more have died (and still keep dying) in the war that broke out afterwards. Because SOMEONE didn’t like us going away from under their influence.

And all we got is those two magic words - ‘deep concern’. Cool.