5 Reasons Why the Women’s March was Ineffective

  1. The female marchers were very confused as to why they were in attendance. Thus confusing their daughters, relatives and the nation at large. 

    How is this effective? What is the core message in this vulgar display?

A sign is held for equal rights: we already have them.

A sign is held and a woman yells that she wants the freedom to vote. You already have the freedom to vote and your vote for Hillary was indeed counted.

A sign is held by a woman demanding Catholics take their rosaries off her ovaries. It already is. The Obama administration has taken religion and God out of America more than ever before in history. No rosary on your ovaries, ma’am.

A sign screams for protecting the right to abort: if funding is pulled from Planned Parenthood, rest assured there are far more clinics than PP that are happy to provide you with a free abortion.

A sign reads: A woman’s place is in the White House. And she will be someday. We gave Hillary the chance to be her.

Signs everywhere protest the crude remarks made by Donald Trump…we’ll get to that.

Another female marcher wants free tampons: really?

As evident by the profane posters and mixed messages at the podium (see #3), it was immediately evident that the march was not about equal rights.

Even during Bush 43’s presidency, abortions went on, free healthcare (including contraception and abortions) was available to many women, and his presidency supported women being paid equal to their male counterparts. For the last eight years, President Obama went above and beyond in providing additional help, including a good amount of healthcare. Youth in high schools across America are regularly offered contraception. Yet, those who really needed healthcare reform (employed at lower wages) were left poorer than before. I know college graduates putting half their paychecks into the Obamacare that they are legally required to purchase – I’m sure you know a few too.

President Obama made equal rights so equal that a female body who mentally identifies as male, is encouraged by Obama’s directive to enter the male restroom at their local high school. What more equal rights can America possibly provide to the female marchers?

Despite the misplaced fear among the marchers that their equal rights will somehow be dissolved in the next four years, equal rights will not go away just because Trump made inflammatory comments.

  1. The Women’s March was really an anti-Trump-policies-or-what-we’re-guessing-will-be-Trump’s-policies rally.

Only two things were apparently heard by the female marchers during 17 long months of campaigning by Trump. The female marchers heard Trump say disgusting, derogatory comments about and to women. Second, they heard he was reforming the Affordable Care Act. In 17 months did they hear nothing else?

Again important to note, long before Obamacare (i.e. during Republican administrations), women without insurance had options for free abortions and contraception. They could also bring their children into most local hospitals and receive service. My friend worked at one of the finest hospitals in the Northeast for 20 years. She was a Democrat and could not understand how women strolled into the hospital for 20 years receiving free healthcare that she had to pay for. Free amoxicillin for their cough, free vaccinations, free visits and they were taken care of the same day. Is that the best way to get your healthcare? Of course not and I do agree we needed reform. Do all people have the right to get their own doctor? Yes. We thought President Obama was doing that for us. But people I know who are on Obamacare will tell you directly that it’s costing them too much money in comparison to their salary.

Second, Trump has said some brutal things about women and to women. Carly Fiorina is a strong, stunningly successful woman who still walked into Trump Tower to meet with Trump, despite his vicious and unnecessary comments about her. She is an Amazing American Woman story. I don’t think less of her because she met with Trump after he won. She was willing to listen to what President Trump had to say.

The female marchers SCREAMED that they were not backing down (from what exactly we still don’t know). They screamed that they were TOUGH and STRONG. But not tough enough to handle the vulgarity of a man with a filthy mouth.

  1. The Women’s March rhetoric was utterly, unequivocally, explicitly divisive. 

Isn’t this the opposite of “Stronger Together”?

Let’s begin this revolting point with repellant title of The Pussyhat Project.  If a young man walked into your home to date your daughter and started using the p-word, f-word or c-word (that were all prevalent for viewing on Saturday), something tells me you would be disgusted.

The disrespect and vulgarity from the female marchers was visually and verbally assaulting.

Moms were proud to be in this vulgar environment with their precious daughters by their side. 

There were several far more revolting than this one that I intended to post here. I just couldn't bear to view them or chance a child viewing them...

There were several FAR MORE revolting than this one….

“I’ve thought an awful lot about blowing up the White House.” Really Madonna? And the CROWD CHEERED and REPEATED HER “F**K YOU” by the thousands.  trump4

Impressionable daughters watched their guardians CHEER for a woman F-bombing multiple times, promoting violence and death in one breath and the “revolution of love” in the other. Thus the confusion explained in #1.

Let’s pretend Hillary won. Let’s say another – male – 1980s icon was at that podium on Saturday instead of Madonna. What if Rick Springfield said he thought about blowing up the White House because Hillary won? He would have been arrested and The New York Times would have convicted him on their front page within hours.

  1.  The “March Against Trump” became worldwide, bringing attention to issues that are far more serious, minimizing this.   

Where are the global female marchers as Assad has been KILLING A HALF MILLION WOMEN AND CHILDREN?

A global protest is formed against a big mouth billionaire but Assad is tolerated?

5. The “Women’s March” was not for all women. It was closed to any pro-life woman even if they were anti-Trump.

The feminist group, New Wave Feminists was initially accepted by the powers that be but then denied the right to march in the W o m e n ’ s March. Really?

There was a strict policy that the marchers must be “pro-choice”. Despite the ridiculous use of the term “pro-choice”, everyone (those for and against abortion) has a choice.

Why aren’t there marches against charities such as Susan G. Komen who are giving portions of our donations to other interests aside from what we THINK we are contributing to?  When my beloved friend mentioned in #2 died six months ago from an unrelenting breast cancer, I thought my donations to SGK would support breast cancer work 100%. I was foolishly unaware that part of my hard-earned money was being given to Planned Parenthood.

While some SGK grants received by medical facilities use the money for breast screening, some do not. In 2013, Planned Parenthood received over $808,000 from SGK to be used exclusively for breast-related work. In that year, zero mammograms were performed. Zero. Charities that don’t reveal their true disbursements of our money should be protested.

In conclusion…

When President Obama was elected in 2008, I was a disappointed Republican but I could understand that many of my fellow Americans were against the war in Afghanistan, including my own liberal parents. Between 2008-2012, I studied health care reform options. I read about policies, I didn’t simply choose a news channel and believe their word as God’s. I viewed the president’s speeches, gave attention to the WH Press Secretary, stood shocked by Eric Holder and Rahm Emanuel’s behavior and read about what the President was pushing for during his term. By the time President Obama was reelected in 2012, I was far more informed and educated, and more disappointed than in 2008.

It would have never occurred to me to publicly disrespect my president with vulgarity and I certainly didn’t have the time nor desire to make filthy signs protesting Mr. Obama’s questionable policies. I wouldn’t have called him a “fake 44”. Mr. Obama was my president, even though I disagreed with nearly all of his foundational, core beliefs.

I appreciate and support all the posters that promoted “kindness”. I enjoyed seeing the fellowship among women, which we are usually lacking due to our really busy lives. There was good. But the overwhelming majority of the protestors were women who have not recovered from their election shock and are camping in misplaced fury that Hillary Clinton is not the President of the United States. When McCain and Romney lost, I didn’t think your vote for Obama and Biden was less important, less valid, or should be utterly ignored compared to my votes for McCain and Romney.

Like the marchers, I’m pro-woman, pro-equal-rights for women.

Unlike the marchers, I believe equal rights for women includes the women who are in utero.

Like the marchers, I’m against Trump’s vulgar, hurtful language.

Unlike the marchers, I’m not perfect and have certainly said regrettable words about men. Has not one female marcher ever said a filthy, derogatory statement about their ex-husband?

I have judgmental tendencies like any American woman in this culture we live in. But one scripture that scares me into curbing those tendencies is when the woman is about to be stoned for her sexual sin until Jesus asks, “the person who is sinless should be the first to throw a stone” (John 8:7 GWT). Ugh. I have sinned miserably. We have to give people – including President Trump – a chance to prove he’s better than his previous behavior toward women, just like Jesus gives us another chance.

If you are a U.S. citizen, Donald J. Trump is your president. Give him a chance to prove your assumptions wrong. If he doesn’t, then you have a reason to protest.


The world tells me to just be me

But then it says my shirt isn’t tight enough

My skirt isn’t short enough

My waist isn’t tiny enough.


Politicians tell me to vote with my head and my heart

Then they claim I’m not pro-murder enough

I’m not woman-enough

Not tolerant enough; while they are utterly intolerant of me.


Public education claims it offers more than enough

While U.S. students rank lower than other developed nations.

We haven’t taught them to think independently or problem solve enough

How much mindless testing is going to satisfy the administrative fools enough?


Enough with being able to name every Kardashian

but not one Chief Justice in the Supreme Court.


Enough with being able to name 7 reality shows,

but not the 7 natural wonders of our beautiful world.


Enough selecting friends and presidents because they are our same color or gender.

Enough accepting and promoting liars, cheaters and those who simply don’t believe the rules apply to them – all the while you are forced to follow them.

Enough television, more books.

Annul a 20-year marriage with 7 kids?

AnnulThrowback Thursday 5/26/2013

I ran into an old friend of my Mom’s a few weeks ago at the grocery store.  This woman’s husband left her 15+ years ago with 7 young children.  He left her for a younger woman and his relationship with the kids is estranged at best.

Embracing her in the store, we briefly caught up on all the happenings with her mountain of children and now, grandchildren.  The woman looked exactly as she did when I last randomly bumped into her: exhausted.  She had been working two jobs for over fifteen years, was uneducated, so she was making little money for hard work.  One of her daughters had a child out of wedlock and was living with her as well.  Barely able to make ends meet, this friend secured yet another 10 hour gig on the weekends to help raise the grandchild. Let me repeat:  she looked drained.

Through the ten minute conversation, she mentioned that the ex-husband was happily married, living in another state and hadn’t provided for the kids’ needs in many years.  Upset and distraught with the Catholic Church, she said her ex received the “right” to marry because he had the marriage annulled.

Just to clarify I asked, “how long were you married?”

“20 years.  7 kids.”

She continued to explain that after the divorce, the Catholic Church had not accepted her as a formal church member, since she was a divorced woman.  She was also forbidden to take communion.  This was especially painful to this woman, because she was a devoted Catholic – so devoted to the church rules that she did not use birth control – thus, the 7 kids.

Her eyes grew wet as I suggested she try visiting a non-denominational church where she would be lovingly accepted and could develop new relationships.  I emphasized that the “church” is a group of believers in Jesus…that Christianity is about a relationship with Jesus and believing that God loves you – just as you are, right where you are in lifeChristianity is not about being alienated by your Sunday worship center just when you need love and help the most.

It’s important to note that as someone who was raised in a liturgical church, I respect and admire all the tradition.  Although I spent 25 years in a liturgical church, I am no longer familiar with the rules, having been in a different church the last 20 years.  So, upon arriving home I looked up the meaning of annulment.  “To reduce to nothing.  To obliterate. To make void; invalidate.”

Divorce is painful enough all on its own. Do we need our church to require an expensive piece of paper authorizing that a marriage was voided in order to move forward in life? In order to participate fully in our faith?

Are we seriously “invalidating” a 20-year marriage for one spouse at his request, after years of painfully rejecting the other spouse by isolating her from the church she devoted herself to?  How does this mentally impact the children?

That afternoon I had a very clear understanding of Gandhi’s words when he said:  “I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.”

Tiny Teacher

(Throwback Thursday from something I wrote in 2011 before the inception of this blog.)

My eight-year old daughter has been “teaching” since she could utter words. Our basement is complete with white boards, workbooks, and her most prized possession: an overhead projector with genuine second grade transparencies! Everyone from neighbors to Nana’s have taken their turn as students while my youngest directs her wooden pointer at the colorful images on the playroom walls. While always adorable and entertaining, I never anticipated how powerful her lessons could be.

Driving home a few months ago, I was deeply hurt over an unpleasant conversation with someone. For about a mile or so, I explained to my three children how thoughtless the person was and commented, “they acted rude and were very unfair.”

My youngest suddenly yelled from the back seat of the mini van. “Mama! I don’t like that about you!”

What? There’s something my baby doesn’t like about me? Just this morning, I was the best Mama on planet earth and she wouldn’t trade me for a million Webkinz. “What don’t you like?” Foolish question to ask a child who has zero ability to ease the blow which follows.

“When you say unkind things about people.”

Ouch. I swallowed hard, my cheeks turning warm.

Ignoring her mistaken assumption that I was being too harsh on the person, I continued in my sweetest-Mommy voice that my child didn’t buy for a second. “Honey, I’m not being unkind, I’m merely saying…”

My baby interrupted loudly, lecturing me in a series of run-on sentences without taking a breath. “You always say we have to be nice to everyone because we never know if someone is mean because they have a hard life, or maybe something bad happened to them that we don’t know about! You tell us that some kids are nasty because not enough people love on them! You say that we’re supposed to bless mean people with our kindness and that might make them nicer!”

I gripped the steering wheel in silence. I do preach kindness, and most of the time I try to practice grace. But not today. My daughter caught me being unlovely, and I was mortified. Why couldn’t she have noticed one of the million times I chose the noble path and kept quiet? Because disgracing another is never okay and my teacher didn’t let me get away with it even once.

Regardless of the adult issues that my daughter was unaware of, her assessment of my behavior was right on. Her pointer was her tongue and it pierced my heart. As God’s timing would have it, the following Sunday our Pastor happened to be listing ways parents can be good examples for their children. While my daughter had long forgotten the regrettable words, my mother-guilt swelled to the height of Mt. Everest.

As the Pastor began sharing a few things that parents can do to be great role models, my youngest tugged on my shirt, her eyes bright blue and excited. She whispered happily, “just like you, Mama! You do all those things!” I blinked back the tears stinging my eyes, reminded by my teacher that although we Moms may blunder, it’s our better behavior that shines more often than not in the eyes of our children. Thank God!