Jason Satyr

7/24/2025

Consistency, more than ability, more than talent, or desire determines success in any endeavor. Ask any good mother, or world class athlete. Consistent energy alone won’t get you there, but without it there is simply no chance of accomplishing anything that matters.

It was consistency that met my personal moment. I needed to protest. I needed it bad. I was pissed off and ready to stand against American fascism. It was the first day of the nation-wide 50501 demonstrations. Incredibly, most of the local groups had decided not to protest in Tulsa, because it was on the same day as the anniversary of the OKC bombing, which frankly, was an idea in bad taste. The past should not obscure the needs of the present. I had to do something, no matter how small, and I burned to take part in the historic moment.

That was when I found Aaron Walton’s weekly protest, and it was great. The first 50501 nationwide day of protest drew millions, and thanks to the stubbornness of one man, Tulsa stepped up to represent. 71st and Memorial turned into a festival of democracy, a rowdy defense of liberty and human rights. I was so happy to be there with hundreds of like-minded souls taking a stand, holding my sign.

I had heard dark rumors about Aaron on the web before I met him. He was dangerous. He lied, claiming to be part of groups that he had no affiliation with. He didn’t know what he was doing. I wondered why he inspired so much FUD. I always figured that we needed all the soldiers that we could get on our side. When I finally met him at his weekly protest, I was fascinated.

I found Aaron to be sharp, if a bit fierce, sitting next to his Belgian Malinois security dog. He told me that he was not affiliated with any other groups in Tulsa, and that 50501 was designed to be a decentralized movement. In fact, he was very proud of his independence and did not seem to want to be associated with anybody officially. He had a strong feeling of ownership for his protest. He told me that he will be there every Saturday, and he would stay as long as anyone wanted.

I am not sure what people meant by dangerous. From what I saw, he worked hard to diffuse difficult situations. Surprisingly non-confrontational with counter protesters, he was able to strike a calm conversational tone, even when faced with a rifle toting jackass. Perhaps all serious people are dangerous in their own way. Aarron Walton wanted to be dangerous to the Presidency of Donald Trump and the MAGA movement. I was happy to join him.

There are a lot of ways to spend a Saturday afternoon. Oklahomans watch sports on TV or do yard work. They may go shopping, or on a rare weekend, go to the lake or play a round of golf, but most of the time the rank-and-file Oklahoman would be hard-pressed to remember what they did two weekends ago on Saturday afternoon.

Rest, recreation, and even idleness are important, to a point, but right now the world doesn’t need idleness. It needs saving. If you hate what is happening to our country, you have three choices: capitulate, cower in fear, or fight. If you are not a quitter or the cowering type, come to the corner of Woodland Hills Malls on Saturday between 3-5; Aaron will be there. Don’t let history go by without letting your voice be heard. Bring a sign.

12/22/2025

The public road system in America is a perfect example of Socialism. It is also an example of good socialism, and it gives us a model for improving life. As a nation we need roads, and we collectively pay for them with tax dollars. It’s not communism. Private companies build the roads, and the government simply funds them. When all the pavement and asphalt are completed, all of us can drive on them whenever we want. Socialism.

Our road system uses free enterprise for what it is good for, keeping the price down and improving the technology. Private companies compete against each other with the government paying for the projects. We get the best from two ideologies. Socialism directs dollars toward meeting the needs of the people, and capitalism continually sharpens the road making industry through competition, giving us better roads at lower prices.

We have such amazing freedom of movement and unfettered access to everything. Can you imagine if we didn’t have socialistic roads? Communistic roads, bogged down in bureaucracy, would stagnate with lack of urgency and innovation. Without the capitalistic drive for efficiency and improvement, the roads would suffer from high costs, low quality, and lack of technological advancement.

Purely capitalistic roads would be worse. The corporations would not freely share the roads they built. If you doubt this, go down any road labeled “Private Drive” and see what happens to you. In the best-case scenario, regular people would have to pay a road corporation for every mile of driving in every direction; the cost would be overwhelming, and it would severely limit travel. The US has dialed in the formula with our roads, socialism powered by capitalism. We should look to repeat that formula as often as possible wherever we can.

6/13/2025

This is it! If you want to resist Trump, this is the biggest moment so far! The Gross POTUS deployed marines against peaceful protesters in L.A. and now a predator drone against Americans! Speak now or forever hold your peace. The iron is hot, and the moment is right. The world may never be the same. Saturday the 14th is the day to take a stand. American Democracy faces its darkest hour, and the nation is taking to the streets.

Donald John Trump is threatening to use the military against protesters. I am not afraid. Are you? Now is the time to stand in the streets against the fascists so our grandchildren have a future of freedom and plenty. Dystopia is banging on our door, and it is time to defend the House of Democracy. I can think of worse ways to die. That nasty old scumbag wants us to be afraid to exercise our constitutional rights. I will stand against him. Will you?

Wherever you are, join the national protest on the 14th. Be one of the millions showing the world that Americans are not cowards, apologists, or fascists. Saturday is your moment to stand for something that matters against something that must not win. It is time to be the hero of your own story. Don’t let this Saturday pass you by.

Thousands of protests in 100s of towns and cities will crisscross the nation on June 14th, millions making their voices heard. If you hate what is going on but haven’t known what to do. Show up. Just show up on Saturday June 14th and take part in this moment, this movement, this chance to turn history away from darkness back toward democracy.

Trump won Oklahoma by a billion percent, and yet protests are springing up everywhere. Tulsa alone will have three different protests: 12 to 3 at the Tulsa County Courthouse, 500 S Denver Ave, 12:00 to 3:00 at 41st and Yale, and 3:00 to 5:00 at 71st and Memorial. A time and place for everyone.

The rest of the state is keeping pace with Green Country. There are protests popping up everywhere, in places I would have never dreamed. McAlester, Durant, Catoosa, Ardmore, Tahlequah all have protests planned, and Oklahoma City is kicking off the festivities at 9:00 AM at City Hall. I am proud of Oklahomans for the first time in a long time, and I will stand with them on Saturday. Will you join us?

5/7/2025

Who knows what finally pushed me out the door. Like the rest of the nation, I watched in horror for weeks, feeling hopeless and stressed. Breaking law after law, Trump abused power with an authoritarian swagger. He worked aggressively to destroy checks and balances, attempting to take complete control of our country. I had followed the recent protests, but I just haven’t been the kind of person who goes to the street with a sign. I always had something better to do.

Perhaps it was Trump defying the Supreme Court. Maybe it was him purposefully destroying our economy, or his attack on the Free Press. The concentration camps in El Salvador might have been it; how could the America I love have concentration camps? I don’t know for sure what woke me up, but I realized that no one was coming to save us. I needed to be the hero of my own story. I was going to my first political protest, and I made a sign.

I wondered if anyone was going to show up. It was rainy and cold, and Americans are famous for not protesting in bad weather. I decided that I would stand there alone, in the cold, holding my sign, no matter how embarrassing or dangerous it might be. I couldn’t say that I did nothing when Trump destroyed the world. Holding a sign in public, expressing my opinion, no matter how small an act, is something, even if I no one else was there. However, when our car came into view of the protest site we broke into wide grins. We were not going to be alone.

The gang was all there. Men and women, young and old all lined the streets in protest in the least likely place of all, the very buckle of the Bible Belt. The atmosphere was rowdy and festive. Honks of support and smiling waves from car after car drew loud cheers from the protesters. We did get the occasional rude shout from the random MAGA yahoo, always male, always white, usually in a massive pickup truck.

Ours was a colorful lot, full of joy. So many characters made up our motley crowd. We had a masked free-Palestine protester with a boom box and a bull horn, a guy in a rascal sporting three American flags, and the bright red specter of Ester from the Handmaid’s Tale, who marched resolutely up and down the street past protest signs of all levels of skill and preparation.

The signs told the story of a nation in trauma. The sheer number of crimes Trump had committed against the people was staggering to see laid out visually. Written on these signs were the reasons that these good people had gone to war. Like me, they needed to speak out, to hold a sign for everyone to see what kept them up at night and ruined their breakfasts. There were so many reasons to protest, all together that day, many voices blending into a single harmony.

The passing cars constantly pumped energy into the crowd. Every wave, every honk, every thumbs up gave us a thrill, so many supporters, even here. I saw the face of a teenage girl light up like a lamp at the sight of us, full of wonder and hope. I hadn’t seen hope like that in a long time, and I realized that that was why I was here. It was for her and all the other young people that I saw driving by. I need to hold their hope, as well as the hope of all the people who are losing so much right now. I must fight for them. They all deserve a future full of opportunity, and I will go tooth and claw with the fascists to give it to them.

I am so happy to not be alone in this. It was crazy. The crowd didn’t ever thin out. It got larger all day. The energy was flowing, and I could feel the different threads of protest weaving together around me. The scene was electric, and I knew that this was happening all over the nation, all over the world. Hope, perhaps, is not in vain. We may be facing America’s darkest hours, but ladies and gentlemen, we have a movement.

3/4/2025

Remember, Remember,

To Vote in Roevember!

Face the Big Lie, treason, and plot;

I know of no reason,

The January 6 Treason,

Should ever be forgot!

Or that Thomas and friends,

Gaveled the doom,

Of women’s rights, travel to womb.

Now twenty-seven states conspire,

With denier’s gloom,

Dimming Democracy’s fire.

Remember, Remember,

To Vote in Roevember.

Face the Big Lie, treason, and plot;

Our women and our freedom need you lot!

If you love liberty’s breath,

Cast your ballot against Democracy’s death!