Yesterday, the Cheeto-In-Chief came to nearby Johnson City, TN. Someone asked if I were going to go protest, knowing my progressive bent. I replied that I was not and instead intended to do something CONSTRUCTIVE with my time and spent the late afternoon canvassing for Anthony Flaccavento, a progressive Democrat running for Congress here in VA. The responses from most of the people we approached were positive, with one notable exception. He held up up his hand (he was outside in his yard) and said, "Don't come any closer! I see your shirts!" (We were wearing blue FLacc4Congress shirts.) We bade him a good day and walked on. When we wear out of earshot, I remarked to my canvassing partner that progressive cooties weren't, as far I knew and to my regret, airborne and contagious. Lol.
Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin' air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain't got no humanity.
Shoulda went to the rally with a a pro chump sign, with an anti chump sign on the opposite side, and got a "plaid shirt guy" moment.