In the Name of Science


This past weekend, science minded people gathered throughout various U.S. cities (Indianapolis being one of them) to protest Donald Trump and his Administration of henchmen, in the name of science. I went to the demonstration under the (wrong) assumption that it would be a protest, complete with shouting people holding signs and bricks. I always assume that and I’m always disappointed; I set the bar high when it comes to what I consider a ‘protest’. Regardless, mi hermano Miguel and I would jaunt down there to record the event with our cameras and get a look at what science could bring to the table of protest. Maybe someone would show up with schematics to build a death robot to turn on the Crimson King-but then we’d all be facing takeover by machines. We might want to wait on that option a bit longer.

When we arrived at the West side of the capital, I could tell this was more a family outing than a demonstration. We closed in on the event and bordering the sidewalk were hawkers selling pink shirts with some political slogan and I didn’t feel like venturing close enough to read. They had one of those shirts thrown over a life sized cutout of Hillary Clinton; merchants preying on people’s emotions, hoping they’ll buy a memento of the day, a real act of civil defiance at the cost of a pricey t-shirt. We drudged beyond the hawkers, closer toward the eye of the hurricane, the arena of those who would protest in the name of science. A row of port-o-lets lined the sidewalk, which I assume were placed there for convenience of those demonstrating. When a rally has pre-arranged restroom facilities, you can guess it won’t get too violent. Restroom facilities for a demonstration? Jesus. What next? booth seating for senior citizens? I felt guilty being the guy to stink out a port-o-let with the smell of cannabis, but those plastic outhouses are a great spot to light up away from prying eyes and I was ready for some medication. Sleepytown is still a state where no part of weed consumption is legal, so it’s best to stay hidden from anyone who might gawk or draw attention to you-plus, the alternative for restroom users was the smell of shit and disinfectant, so, I didn’t feel too guilty.

We estimated the crowd at two thousand people, some holding signs expressing anger from the scientific community. Some folks came in costume, there were more tables with merch to buy… This wasn’t a community in anger; they were families gathered for an outing. People brought dogs and children-you don’t bring kids and animals to a serious march against the System. The attendees planned a post-speech march to Military Park, located blocks away from here; that turned out to be as much a milquetoast display of nothingness as the rally itself. A noticed march should block major traffic veins, disrupt shit, but I knew that wouldn’t happen. There would probably be police escorts to guide the mob along like school children.

We spent time wandering the crowd, stoned, taking pictures and stopping for coffee across the street at the Marriott. We’d had our fill of the science rally the minute one of the speakers summed it up by telling the crowd “I don’t know how we’re going to solve this problem”. Like so many of these protests, those in defiance will state what makes them mad, but have no soluble solution to address their grievances. Seeing this rally brought my mind back again to the protests of 2011, when a chunk of our nation was at wit’s end with people like George Bush Jr. and Dick Cheney. Karl Rove and John Boehner were the dreaded political assholes of that era, and the protest movements to remove them or their policies was as ineffective as these current day efforts to dethrone the Crimson King.

I did one last pipe up in the port-o-let before heading onto the Earth Day event in Military Park. They had tents set up with informative displays from various groups of Eco-friendly companies giving out pens and other crap, like natural food snack samples. I avoid giveaway snacks-one of my personal quirks. I rarely take free sample handouts at stores…my deep neurosis won’t allow it and I knew it would kill my weed buzz. Eventually, the protestors showed up and filled the park with curiosity and their relief that the speeches were over. They were ready to chow down on something from one of the food trucks sent there to cater those angered by our oppressors, or to mill around looking at crafts and vegetarian junk food.

These protests will keep going on and I’ll continue to observe them for the Church, as those who consider themselves more intelligent than our current leader charter more and more rallies and demonstrations. Demonstrations of this caliber is something the Trump Administration can deal with, because they have no bite, no real threat to take him out of his office. If you research the history of Donald Trump, you will find that his normal modus operandi is the same catch-me-if-you-can game he’s played for decades. If the science community really wants to take him out of office, they had better come up with a better plan than a bunch of witty cardboard signs.


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