HANDS OFF —WE’VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR GRABBY LITTLE GOVERNMENT HANDS

Julie Bolejack

04 Apr 2025 — 5 min read

(A Survival Guide for the Gaslit, the Gutted, and the Grossly Underestimated)

Dear Friends, Fighters, and Fellow Americans Who Still Have a Spine,

Welcome to April 2025—where apparently “government overreach” now includes the right to control your uterus, your library card, your curriculum, your insulin prices, your marriage, your TikTok feed, and your actual freaking thoughts. It’s a miracle the feds haven’t started microchipping our lunch meat.

But don’t worry—help is on the way. Not from Washington, of course. No, they’re too busy resurrecting policies from the Eisenhower era while cosplaying as freedom fighters. The real help is coming from us. Real people. The pissed-off, the fired-up, and the ferociously done-with-this-bullshit.

That’s why April 5th isn’t just another Friday. It’s a collective primal scream, a coast-to-coast Hands Off march, because apparently saying “Don’t tread on me” only works if you’re wearing a red hat and carrying a semi-automatic.

Let’s take a quick trip through this dystopian parade of early 2025 government “greatness,” shall we?

Hands Off My Body (Or Did Consent Expire at Midnight?)

Reproductive freedom? Oh please. That’s soooo 2022. We’re now living in the “State-Mandated Pregnancy” era, where your uterus has fewer rights than a tax-deductible corporation. Under Executive Order 7-B, health care providers in certain states can now legally refuse emergency care to pregnant women if they even suspect the word “abortion” has been whispered within 500 feet of the building.

Some hospitals have gone full “choose-your-own-adventure” style—Option A: hemorrhage; Option B: pray.

We march because the government does not get to be your gynecologist.

Hands Off My Library and University (Sorry, Knowledge Is Dangerous Now)

Book bans? Check. Critical thinking? Unwelcome. Librarians? Universities? Nah. Labeled as dangerous radicals. One Florida school district just removed Charlotte’s Web for “inappropriate themes” (presumably the trauma of an articulate pig and a literate spider forming a friendship across class lines).

We’re seeing entire curricula rewritten with all the subtlety of a high school drama club rewriting 1984 as a feel-good musical. And don’t even try teaching actual American history unless you’re willing to replace the words “slavery” and “civil rights” with “jobs program” and “lifestyle preferences.”

We march because we’d rather our kids learn about racism and our Universities teach without interference!

Hands Off My Health Care (We’re Tired of Crowdfunding Insulin)

One of the administration’s first moves? Gutting the already fragile infrastructure of the Affordable Care Act, leaving millions scrambling for coverage while the pharmaceutical companies cackled all the way to the Cayman Islands.

People are literally rationing inhalers and insulin while Congress just approved tax credits for yacht fuel. Because clearly what this country needs most is more affordable options for the elite to travel between their bunker homes.

Don’t get me started on RFK JR and his attacks on the nation’s health! Hands off, Medicare, Medicaid.

We march because no one should die for being broke.

Hands Off My Marriage (Unless You’re the Flower Girl)

Ah yes, the moral guardians are back—and this time they brought backup. In the name of “traditional values,” anti-LGBTQ+ legislation is popping up like pimples in a middle school gym. Marriage rights, gender-affirming care, and basic dignity are under attack in broad daylight, and the mainstream media is treating it like a zoning dispute.

Drag queens have somehow become Public Enemy No. 1 while actual predators sit on benches with gavels.

We march because love is not your legislative business.

Hands Off My Vote (Apparently Democracy’s Just a Vibe Now)

We were promised “election integrity,” and instead we got gerrymandered maps that look like abstract art and voting restrictions that would make Jim Crow blush.

In some states, if you blink wrong at the ballot box, you’re under investigation. And if you vote by mail? Better include a blood sample and a handwritten essay on loyalty to the flag.

We march because democracy doesn’t work if it’s invite-only.

Hands Off My Peace of Mind (The Dystopia Is Exhausting)

Have you noticed how tired we all are? Tired of the gaslighting, tired of the culture wars, tired of turning on the news and feeling like extras in a slow-moving apocalypse.

You can’t afford groceries, you can’t afford rent, and you sure as hell can’t afford another week of being told it’s all going great by people who own 17 homes.

We march because we’re exhausted—and pissed—and that’s a powerful combination.

And finally - HANDS OFF SOCIAL SECUTITY

So, What the Hell Is April 5th?

April 5th is a National Day of Protest and Action. It’s not just a march. It’s a full-body rejection of the first 100 days of tyranny-light, and a reminder that Americans are not as docile as they look when they’re doomscrolling.

We are organizing in cities large and small. Streets will be filled. Voices will be loud. We’re showing up with signs, with songs, with sass, and with serious demands.

This is your chance to step off the sidelines. To prove that solidarity still matters. To remind the powers that be that their “mandate” didn’t come with permission to bulldoze the Constitution.

And before some talking head accuses us of being “divisive,” let me offer this: You don’t get to set your house on fire and then lecture the neighbors for yelling “FIRE.

Join Us

Wear black. Wear red. Wear your rage like a badge of honor. This isn’t about left vs. right—it’s about right vs. profoundly, insultingly, dangerously wrong.

Find your local march. Bring a friend. Bring a bullhorn. Bring a sign that says exactly what you’re thinking. (Don’t worry—we’ll help you bail out if your genius protest slogan gets you in trouble.)

Because if we don’t show up now, they’ll keep taking. And taking. And calling it “liberty.”

See you in the streets.

Because the only hands we want on this country are the hands of its people.

In solidarity and sarcasm,

Julie Bolejack, MBA

Editor, Fed Up and Fully Awake

P.S. The economic terrorist can stick his tariffs up his.….