I suppose it’s always good to work out those pent-up frustrations.
But when did inflatable anger bats go out of style?
The “Women’s March” in Washington wasn’t so much a march as it was a group therapy session.
It was grief counselling for all those gals still grappling with Hillary Clinton’s humiliating defeat.
Come on. When you can’t even give a reasoned explanation for staging this supposed “march,” that’s all the proof I need.
I stumbled across a hilarious post at American Lookout. The headline alone is priceless: LOL! “Women’s March” Organizers Can’t Say What They’re Marching For
“We have no idea!”
”When do we want it?!”
So, no. It wasn’t a march.
It was just a chance for girls who share the same emotional issues to get together and try to work their way through the five stages of grief.
Ashley Judd read a poem she apparently wrote herself.
Good for you, Ashley! Journaling is a great form of therapy, you know. And I think you made great progress today.
Madonna felt comfortable enough to share her homicidal fantasies with everyone.
I mean, it’s group therapy, right?
You should feel safe to share your homicidal fantasies with your fellow patients.
And since there were no mental health professionals on hand, Madonna doesn’t have to worry about one of them reporting her homicidal fantasies to the Secret Service.
Though, since it was broadcast live on CNN, there’s a slim chance the Secret Service already knows.
All in all it was a healing day.
The girls were able to get out some of that anger and grief they’ve been bottling up since November 8.
And that’s super important!
I mean, if you can’t find a way to process all that emotional baggage, you’ll end up bitter and alone — with only cats to keep you company.
[Then again, after seeing the crowd, I think it’s fair to say that ship has already sailed for most of them.]
They got to use a little knitting therapy to make their own pussy hats.
Plus, art therapy to make all those positive life-force, life-affirming signs.
Like the ones that said, “Fuck Trump!” and “My Pussy is Stronger than Your God.”
Or this one:
Funny thing about blizzards. After a week or so, all the snow melts away as if it was never even there.
In the end, Donald Trump is still the President of the United States.
Hillary still lost the election.
Madonna is still an old, foul-mouthed has-been.
And Ashley Judd’s movie career is still on life-support.
The downside, of course, is that most of those girls will go home still stuck in Denial.
But hey. Since none of them really knew why they were there to begin with, what difference at this point does it make?
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