I would volunteer to drive a car full of ballots from Oregon to Washington, D.C., and dump them in the Oval Office if that were possible, and I bet there is someone in every zip code of the United States who would do the same.
Fill that office with the words of the citizens that we do not want a dictator to run our country. Period.
Think of it: trucks, armored vehicles, and private cars making a run to Washington. There would be so many, highway patrol, Homeland Security, whoever has jurisdiction, wouldn’t know who carried ballots and who didn’t. Maybe Amazon Prime could do it.
This fantasy came to me the other night when I went to bed fearing we would not have a fair and honest mid-term election. I saw that the President is taking whatever steps he can to ensure that as many voters who would vote against him are stymied. Of course, there are other means at their disposal.
I thought of all the escaped slaves who saved other slaves. They didn’t wait for permission.
We No-King-Marchers have our little marches, and what happens? The more the light shines, the more the harbingers of evil have their hissy fits and clamp down on whatever freedoms they can get their hands on.
We, the people, take to the streets, some 9 million strong, to protest the happenings coming out of Washington, D.C. But he’s still there.
We try to obey the laws, to be courteous, to speak our piece, only to see it trampled. We are playing by two separate sets of rules.
Remember the WWII Dunkirk, France rescue? Oh, you don’t remember? Neither do I, but I read about it, in a novel, can you believe, how the Germans cut off and surrounded 338,000 soldiers, forcing the British, French, Dutch, and Allies into a narrow corridor of sea in Dunkirk. There they were, stuck, either to perish or to be captured.
The harbor was too shallow for the big ships to navigate it. Winston Churchill thought they could evacuate maybe 20,000 of the men.
The British civilians rallied.
People who owned pleasure crafts, dinghies, fishing boats, lifeboats, and yachts navigated the harbor back and forth, stopping only for Petrol, to board as many men as they could to carry them out to the big ships. From May 27, 1940, to June 4, 1940, those pilots drove their little boats picking up soldiers who lined up and waited in shoulder-high cold water to be rescued.
All 338,000 men were rescued in what was called “The Miracle of Deliverance.” or "The Little Boats"
It was not a military victory, but it was a human one.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world; indeed, it's the only thing that ever has.”—Margaret Mead