It is April 5th, and I’m nowhere near home. My company is celebrating its 25th anniversary, and the CEO has generously paid for Trimark employees to come to Vegas to celebrate. This was planned months in advance. Certainly before Trump was sworn in. I’ve been with Trimark over 13 years, and I couldn’t say no to this.

At the same time, this is April 5th, and there are protests happening across the country. My biggest regret with coming on this Vegas trip is that, once again, I’m just some asshole posting shit on the Internet, and not actually putting my ass on the line. I’m letting other people protest and do the work, while I just bitch and moan safely, from afar.

It couldn’t be helped. This is another moment for our country, and it was going to come and go without me. Again.

Unless…

While Melissa and I ate our greasy sandwiches from Eggslut, I looked up what protests were happening today in Las Vegas. Sure enough, #HandsOff was starting in less than an hour, only a couple of blocks away.

So, Melissa and I walked. We joined the procession heading along the street. Many people carried signs. There were lots of chants, the most popular being “Hey hey! Ho ho! Donald Trump has got to go!”

Melissa and I walked with them, for at least 30 minutes. We chanted with them. We were actually there for a change.

Will this make a difference? Since the major medias do not seem to be covering it very much, I doubt it. The protests have been peaceful and respectful. The one in Vegas was along the street, not on it. We marched and didn’t even disturb traffic.

The will is there. Protests are happening. I’m happy I got to walk in one. Maybe with the next one in Sacramento, I’ll show up carrying a sign.

• Is it prudent of me to publicly post about participating in a protest? (Edited to improve alliteration)
• Isn’t this blog supposed to be about my writing journey?

There’s no point in me writing my fiction if the books can’t be published. And I’m having trouble writing while I watch my country burn to the ground. Doing something about it, talking about it, will help me get back to writing. Eventually, some of these experiences will show up in my stories.

As for the wisdom of posting this publicly… for about 10 years, I’ve made it obvious that I am anti-Trump. I’m not a Democrat, though my goals align with what theirs should be at this point. I’m anti-Trump. I’m not going to hide that fact.

I wish for him to die in obscurity. The greatest justice would be for him to live out the rest of his life as no one. Some doddering old fool that wanders his golf course, cheating at something that does not matter. A laughable old man that no one takes seriously. That would be a greater justice than killing him.

There were thousands of people on the streets in Vegas. There are many, many thousand across the country, all doing the same thing. At some point, something will change. Either the representatives elected to serve their constituents will start listening to the protestors, or the protestors will get more direct, until they cannot be ignored.

Trump does not not follow the will of the people. We will see how long before the people’s will is made manifest.

Hello friends, stalkers, and people that subscribed to this Blog/Newsletter by accident.

I went quiet for most of March, mostly because I was busy with work, and also I was not in a particularly great headspace. When I know that the post is going to be just a huge bummer, I tend to hold off. I don’t want to bring anyone down, fish for pity, or promote negativity. These times are hard enough. You probably don’t need me to tell you how bad things are. (But if you do want me to talk to you about the state of the world, let me know and we can have a personalized rant and/or discussion.)

That being said, I have an idea for a post I’ve been sitting on which might be a little bit sad. It’s a lament for friends lost, as it were. Sort of a way for me to honor some of the people I still think about that are no longer in my life. That post is coming, when I have the time and mental space to write such a thing.

On the writing front, I’ve stalled out on the next Mel Walker story again. I made some progress in March, but drafting for me lately has been like performing surgery on myself, without anesthesia. Painful, difficult, a bad idea, and almost certainly unhealthy.

I’m writing this, though, which is easy and breezy, while also a way for me to avoid going down and into the throng of people inhabiting Las Vegas.

Why am I in Vegas? Trimark just turned 25, and the owner, Mark Morosky, has paid for all of Trimark to come to this city of sin for a big celebration. Melissa and I will be here tonight and tomorrow night, with our only mandatory obligation being a party from 6PM to 11PM tomorrow night. That means we have a lot of time to run around and play.

Did I mention that neither Melissa nor I gamble much? We’ll host poker parties at our house from time to time, but actual gambling doesn’t appeal to either of us.

There are other things to do here, of course. Shows, mini-golf, an aquarium, Cirque de Solei, which I already mentioned because that’s a show… there’s plenty of mischief we can get up to.

The truth is, I’m a little bit tired from the drive, which lowers my desire to breathe the same air as a city of half-drunk strangers. We got up at 5AM and drove from Sacramento to Las Vegas. There was quite a bit of traffic, but the worst part is that the check engine light came on after we’d already driven about four hours. We stopped in Delano and a very friendly mechanic determined that it was my fuel sensor, and had us patched up and back on the road within an hour. The repair experience couldn’t have been better, but the stress of the car trouble itself was not something I had on my wish list.

I’m fine, though. Melissa is fine. The U.S. is getting destroyed in an extremely predictable way, in that I and others predicted that this would happen, but The Buhls are fine. I alternate between rage and sorrow as I read the news, but I haven’t done anything stupid yet.

Stay safe out there. Support each other. Love each other. It sounds cliche, but it’s true that the only way we’re going to get through this is together.