RAGE AGAINST THE REGIME

Saturday, August 2nd: Fifty States. Zero Excuses. Bring the Rage.

Rage is the most honest thing left in this country.

It’s what bubbles up after every polite petition got shredded, every “call your senator” got laughed out of a marble hallway, and every vote you cast was thrown into a gerrymandered meat grinder. Rage is what’s left when hope gets mugged in broad daylight by a regime too dumb to spell “democracy” but smart enough to kill it in committee. Rage is what happens when the party of “family values” throws families in cages, guts your healthcare, and tells your gay cousin he’s the real threat to America because he wore eyeliner to the DMV.

This isn’t politics. It’s pest control.

We’re not debating tax policy—we’re fumigating fascists. And they know it. That’s why they keep asking for “civility.” Civility is their safeword when they realize the tide is turning. They want you soft. Tired. Numb. They want you to scroll past injustice like it’s just another influencer with a ring light. But if you’re still pissed—good. That means they haven’t completely lobotomized you with fake patriotism and real gaslighting.

Donald Trump didn’t break the system. He just looked at the broken parts and said, “Hell yeah, let’s build a throne out of this.”

This isn’t a reality show. It’s a hostile takeover. Courts rigged. Agencies purged. Billionaires installed like spyware. And now he’s got the nerve to call it “saving America.” That’s not patriotism—it’s a Ponzi scheme for sociopaths. If Project 2025 goes fully into effect, your kid’s history book will have Jesus high-fiving Ronald Reagan on the moon while drag queens get listed as domestic terrorists.

You know what they’re really afraid of? Not ANTIFA. Not Marxism. Not even trans kids with pronouns.

They’re afraid of you remembering how powerful you are when you stop being polite and start getting real. They’re afraid of the word no said loudly, in public, with a thousand fists in the air. They’re afraid of rage that doesn’t just vent online but shows up on sidewalks with banners and blunt force truth. They can gerrymander a map, but they can’t redraw the sound of a million people screaming in unison: Hell no. Not this time.

August 2 isn’t simply a protest. It’s a nationwide bullshit intervention.

It’s a 50-state primal scream therapy session for everyone who’s been told to “calm down” while their rights were torched. It’s for teachers fired for teaching facts, nurses fired for refusing to pray on the job, librarians stalked for letting kids read about love. It’s for every time they said “Make America Great Again” and really meant “White, Male, and Afraid of Women With Opinions.” You want unity? Here’s your unity: screw this regime.

You don’t need permission to rage. You need shoes, a sign, and a little bit of sunscreen.

Because we are done waiting for the Senate to grow a spine or for MSNBC to stop reading Trump’s social media posts like they’re ancient scripture. Rage is what’s keeping this country honest. Rage is what’s left when we still give a damn. Rage is how we honor the people who can’t march because they were deported, detained, or buried under the weight of silence.

So bring the rage. Bring your loud mouth and your calloused feet and your refusal to play along.

Because history doesn’t remember the people who “kept it classy.”

It remembers the ones who showed up, shouted back, and refused to sit down.

AUGUST 2. FIFTY STATES. ONE MESSAGE.

Rage Against the Regime.

Because if we don’t show up, they win by default.

And we are not about to hand fascists a participation trophy.

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On Saturday, August 2nd, we hit the streets in all 50 states to remind them that rage is patriotic when tyranny’s in power. Subscribe to Closer to the Edge for the stories they’re too scared to print.