Ten thousand marched for justice in Houston today.

That's about ten thousand people who filled the streets of downtown H-town this afternoon to make a statement about justicia para todos, like the pledge says. Even I-45 ground to a standstill with cars trying to get to the march and cars stopping to watch. I saw the flags of the United States, Mexico, Pakistan, Palestine, Honduras, and El Salvador. I saw signs that said "Outlaw Ignorance" and "We're workers, not terrorists". I saw mariachis and Uncle Sam on stilts and Lady Liberty and palenta and taleta and chicharron vendors.

Here's a photo from Austin also worth sharing:

The Republicans are getting nauseous about the genie they've let out of the bottle, but the local conservatives remain angry and bitter. This is going to end badly for them, they know it, and it's only going to make them more insufferable to live with (as if that was imaginable).

Today. In Houston.

This is yesterday in Dallas. That's 350,000 -- no, wait, maybe half a million people -- marching for the rights of immigrants in the United States. Not immigration reform, mind you, and certainly not in favor of a penalty-laden piece of racist, classist legislation that not even Box Turtle Cornyn or Kay Bailey Perjury Technicality thinks goes far enough.

Immigrants' rights. Because there's no such thing as an illegal person.

St. Louis, also yesterday.

Today, in Houston, beginning at 1 p.m. at Guadalupe Plaza at the corner of Navigation and Jensen, and proceeding to Allen's Landing at Commerce and Main.

Join us.

Another really bad week for Republicans

Because I was under the weather most of this past week, I didn't really get to blog about all this:

The Hammer hammered himself, a "breakthrough" immigration bill broke down at the last minute, the House budget blew up, Bush hit another low in the polls, and the President was revealed as the Plame leak in the White House.

Some are calling it "a staggering collection of misfortunes and failures", but I think I'll just consider it a good start toward the end of our long national nightmare.

Once I don't have to watch that jaunty little jerk swinging his arms as he walks, and instead shows a little humility -- like he has suddenly become aware of what a mess he's made of the entire world -- then I'll really feel like we're getting somewhere.