Sour Pusses


On Wednesday, February 20th, I Joined my friend, Bob Kowell as we spent a part of today in Rancho Mirage, Calif. at pro-Trump rallies. When Bob and I drove up to one area, we saw a bunch of American flags and smiling faces on one side of the highway and a bunch or sour pusses with zero American flags across the street The smiles had Trump posters and the sour pusses had hate Trump posters. No surprise there.

To reach the friendlies, we had to pass through the opposition and three Sheriff deputies decided to escort us as we had flags and Trump posters in hand.

After an hour or so with the friendlies, we crossed the street where Bob headed off to another intersection. (With leg troubles, I couldn’t do the walking.) With my American flag and Trump poster in hand I stepped into the middle of the sour pusses causing some consternation.

Someone told me that I wasn’t allowed there. I told her that I’m a taxpayer and the sidewalk is as much mine as hers. She had no retort and walked away.

Another asked if I was crazy to do what I was doing. I responded with my best crazy grin.

Another walked up to me and said F**k Trump. I responded that the feelings were probably mutual. He wandered off.

A bearded ancient hippy type tried to engage with me by starting off that Trump was a liar, His poster had quotes from the WaPo. I agreed that a good salesman like Trump may stretch things a bit but not as much as Democrats, and told him that he needed to read more than the WaPo to get real true, honest news.
He talked about what a terrible job Trump was doing and when I asked him for specifics, he had no answer.
I opined that Trump was doing a great job and as an example, I cited the armed forces. The hippy asked for details (just the opening that i wanted). I told him that my son is a warrior with eighteen years in service, and that he has better equipment, better tools, better supplies, and better everything now than he had three years ago.
The hippy then told me that he was gay and supported abortion trying to get a rise from me. I responded that I didn’t give a whit about his sexual orientation but that I was very disappointed with his mother in that she didn’t abort him. He’d apparently never had to deal with this answer. He was stunned and actually stumbled/staggered backwards.
The three Riverside County Sheriff Deputies that were hanging around us lost their composure and laughed their asses off.

It was a great day!


About James E. Horn

Retired American Diplomat served in American embassies and consulates for 25-years, ten in Islamic societies. I am not a fan of Islam. I do public speaking and have books listed.

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