life in the land of the trumpites
I have 2 relatively small bumper stickers on my car that I put on last year. Dave warned me that maybe I shouldn't put them on there. We live in Trump World. My car might get keyed, I might offend someone, our house might be attacked, I might be attacked. I shook my head, no, surely not. Just now I was driving Jules home after dropping off his car at the Toyota garage and I left him in the parking lot of what I now call The Grant Street Store (because it changes its name so often I can't keep up). Some crazy Trumpite came up to him while I was in the store and started yelling at him that he (Jules) was ruining America, Biden would turn the country over to the socialists and communists, to the rioters, Trump was the only one that could save America, etc. Jules told him that he disagreed. But the guy kept it up. Kept yelling his crazy stuff and making a spectacle. I asked Jules what did he say then? He told the guy, get the fuck out of here and leave me the fuck alone! Ha! I wish I had been there to see it. I wonder what would have happened if I had been the one sitting in the car waiting instead. What would I have said? I think what Jules said was probably the perfect thing cause there was no use arguing with the guy. But I wouldn't have had the balls to say it. I probably would have been a little mouse and just sat there. Or tried to find something to agree with the guy so I could placate him. Sometimes Get the Fuck Out of My Face is the right answer though. Crazy stuff. I said to Dave maybe I should take the bumper stickers off. Next time it might not be words, it might be actions. Scary.