I’ve got my ticket to D.C. booked, paid for, and already judging me from my inbox. But thousands of Americans who want to be there on November 22 can’t afford the ride.
So let’s fix that.
We’ve got a verified GoFundMe run by Jessica Kelly — and when I say “verified,” I mean we’ve kicked the tires, checked the oil, and confirmed that 100 percent goes directly to bus transportation. No “administrative costs,” no mystery consultants named Chad, no hotel brunch receipts. Just gas, drivers, and democracy.
The initial goal is $5,000, which is bold, bur with your help, we’re going to blow past that number faster than Trump can say “I’ve done more for democracy than Lincoln.” Every time it climbs, the goal climbs with it — because fascism doesn’t set spending limits, and neither do we.
THIS ISN’T CHARITY. THIS IS MOBILIZATION.
Think of it this way:
every $25 buys a seat on a bus headed straight toward the capital.
$50 buys a pair of lungs ready to scream “NO MORE” in unison.
$100 buys a row of Americans too stubborn to quit.
Boston’s sending buses. Baltimore’s sending buses. Hell, by the time we’re done, Boise might be gassing up. We’re turning highways into arteries of defiance, pumping outrage directly into the heart of D.C.
WHY YOU SHOULD GIVE A DAMN
Because while the regime throws Gatsby-themed galas during a food-stamp crisis, the rest of us are crowdfunding our way to a constitutional intervention. Because fascism isn’t creeping anymore — it’s goose-stepping down Pennsylvania Avenue in broad daylight. Because silence isn’t noble; it’s collaboration with better lighting.
If you can’t be there physically, send your money like a proxy missile of conscience. Pitch in a little rage. Buy someone’s ticket to history. Let them carry your voice down Constitution Avenue while you livestream the revolution from your kitchen table.
HOW TO HELP
Hit the link.
Then share it, text it, shout it, tattoo it on your group chat.
Every mile of that bus ride is a rebuttal to despair. Every seat filled is another “fuck no” written in diesel and determination.
So throw in what you can. Let’s blast past that goal, set another, and keep going until the only thing louder than the engines is the sound of Americans reminding their government who it works for.
Because when history asks what we did while democracy was bleeding out in the rotunda, I want our answer to be simple:
“We bought the gas.”
Can’t make it to D.C.? Then buy the gas for someone who can—every dollar to the GoFundMe fuels another voice telling fascism to go fuck itself.
This post has been syndicated from Closer to the Edge, where it was published under this address.