Y’all, a brief moment of history. This is what the bicentennial looked like on the Mall in DC. 1976. I was wee, and had been sent to spend the summer with my father who worked for Jimmy Carter. This was the summer before Carter was elected, Gerald Ford was the president. (Y’all remember Ford? He may have been the last relatively harmless republican. For a given value of relative. )

The bicentennial was everywhere. The whole country had a party, even though there were protests daily, and many conservatives clutched pearls about hippies on the mall.

Trump stole all of it. The joy, the party, the mall itself. He is a thief of all things bright and good, and brings only hate, corruption and despair. And Stephen miller…that abandoned Victorian doll haunted by unrepentant nazis.

We should take the country back for joy’s sake.

(Edit, Vietnam was over by 6 months, I was 9, time was fluid and we protested a lot of stuff.)