The Rally to Restore Sanity in Washington D.C. with Jon Stewart

Today I exercised the nineteenth amendment and voted. I think it’s important to vote every chance we get because not everyone has that opportunity, and I’m always disappointed at the low voter turnout (seriously, our 40 year high in 2008 was 61.6 percent…what was the remaining 38.4 percent doing that day that was so much more important than voting?).

I think the perception of apathy in the nation (and in particular, in those my own generation) was what compelled me to exercise my first amendment rights and join the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear this past weekend. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one because about 215,000 other sanity/fear-seeking people attended.

If I had to pick one word to describe the rally: crowded. Above is a small portion of the line to get tickets for the metro. The hubby, the bro, and I waited over an hour and a half to get our tickets and then we had to wait on the platform until we could find a car with enough room to literally squeeze onto the train (note to self: next time buy tickets in advance!).

Yes, it was crowded and overwhelming at times, and the truth is, I wasn’t really sure why I went. I originally thought it was to have an experience and to observe (which is what I do), and I carried no real expectations at the start. But deep down, going to the rally was more than that; I just wasn’t sure what.

Even Jon Stewart, when he took a step back from the jokes and had a moment of sincerity, admitted, “I’m really glad you’re here, even if none of us are really quite sure why we are here.”

As Jon Stewart spoke his mind, my own mind became clearer. He said, “This was not a rally to ridicule people of faith or people of activism or to look down our noses at the Heartland or passionate argument or to suggest that times are not difficult and we have nothing to fear. They are and we do. But we live now in hard times, not end times.”

After the rally, we had a rowdy and fun dinner with my two aunts and cousins (when we finally found them in the crowd…note to self: 200,000 cell phones in a small area will compete for service and none of them will work). It’s weird how sometimes it takes over 300 miles of travel to spend some quality time with the people you love. And then the hubby, the bro, and I were ‘on the way’ home.

Check out the rally’s live feed for more coverage of what I saw (or more accurately, heard).

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