Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Life At A Trump Rally!


I went. I did. To last night's crazy fest featuring a cast of nutjobs and their Dear Leader, Donald F Trump. Poor Uncle Donald, longing for Daddy's love, cant stop holding his Me-Me-Me rallies masquerading as Republican campaigns. Last night in Council Bluffs, Iowa, a city across the river from Omaha and referred to as Counciltucky, in an old casino paid for arena that is only used for circuses, monster truck shows and gun shows, the traveling Trump show arrived .

Led by motorcycle cops, SUV's with their lights going in the front window, Trumps motorcade arrived with angry white people lining the streets and waving and some protesters across the street flipping the bird. I was undercover, with the protesters because I couldnt get across the street with the Orange Toxin motorcade flying by.

A guy with a Union t shirt and a red MAGA hat ran across the street with me. His obvious contradiction totally irrelevant to this bunch. Grifters at tables sold red MAGA hats, made for pennies overseas, for $25 each to the rubes. Another con man sold Calvin pissing on the CNN logo t shirts for $30 at another table. I hope he had lots of XXXL's.

Being searched by Security in order to get in was fun. Wanded by some guy who obviously wondered what the fuck a hippie was doing there, I was let in as Lee Greenwood's I'm Proud to be a Hateful Redneck American blared. Where are my earplugs? There is guy to my left in full military salute as the song plays. I was placed in the back, near the press pen because to be in that sea of humanity (?) was out of the question. Gotta be back with my peeps. The truth tellers. The people who cant handle the truth stood in front waiting for a glimpse of their cult leader, Maybe this will be the night he orders us to kill a member of the press! Hoo boy!

As the worst song ever written ends out bounds a lumbering monster. Moving like a giant glacier, the President claps like a seal, points at nobody, claps some more, lumbers around, points at more adoring cultists and then takes the mike. The noise is deafening.

And then it speaks. Kavanaugh, the groping, lying, drunk that was put on SCOTUS is cheered. Trump talks about the handsy motherfucker like he's Saint Brett. He calls the people who didnt want the nation to be sent backwards "paid protesters". He dismisses women who have been assaulted as irrelevant as the gender traitors in the arena cheer.

He mentions E15, a type of fuel that literally sucks corn out of the mouths of starving kids around the world and is nothing but a giant welfare program for Iowa farmers. The crowd cheers like you would if someone said they like broccoli. They dont want E15 talk, they want red meat. They want to boo, and perhaps kill a press member.

Trump senses the lull and immediately moves on to simply naming off the first names of Fox News propagandists. Sean? Yayyyy Laura how about that Laura huh? Yayyyyy Tucker, we love that Tucker yayyyyyyy Steve? Who? So he throws in Doocy cuz who the fuck knows who that bonehead is? Judge Jeanine? Yayyyyyyyy. Its pathetic.

He moves on to "Pocahontas" which draws loud booing from the misogynists that make up the bulk of this mob. Trump lies about Elixzabeth Warren gaining advantages by faking that she "has Indian blood". Well at least he didnt call them Injuns. More booing.

On to "DaNang Dick" where he draws more boos by lying about Senator Richard Blumenthal who did falsely claim to have been in Vietnam but never claimed to be a hero or at Da Nang. By the way, Trump spent the Vietnam years unsuccessfully avoiding STD's. I know this because its obvious untreated syphilis is eating his brain.

Trump claims he knows Senator Dianne Feinstein (BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO) leaked the memo about Christine Ford. Well he's "99% sure" anyway. Chants of "Lock Her Up" start. The intensity grows cuz its a dame to boo.

The Molester in Chief then says to a right wing lynch mob that the "Dims" (HAHAHAHAHA) are a "left wing mob". More BOOOOOSSSSS.

Ya know we do need foreign workers to help on Iowa farms but they must come here legally. The inevitable "Build The Wall" chants begin. Nothing about rich Republican farmers hiring the foreigners illegally.

More Trump lies about how many jobs he's created and then he comments on how many Nebraskans are there even though he's in Iowa. The crazy idea of bridges and roads and a million Nebraskans right across the river baffles him. Then the "Go Big Red" chants begin. Go Big Red? The fucking team is 0-5 you stupid morons.

At this point I start to move towards the exit. This is a fucking shitstorm I no longer want to be a part of. I know what 1930s Germany must have been like. This roaring nasty crowd is as hateful a bunch as Ive ever seen and Ive been to Tool concert.

Trump lies some more. Then he brings onstage the Governor of Iowa. An appointed Gender Traitor named Kim Reynolds (Dipshit-Ia) who begins to screech at the top of her lungs. She even does a Howard Dean screech. Oh she's done now. She screamed that means she is done right? Guess not.

Trump praises Steve King the openly white nationalist bigot Iowans keep electing to Congress. He praises the hard boiled egg that runs Nebraska, refusing to bring him up onstage because he's "so far ahead he doesnt need to come up here".

Then I manage to get out. Another group of MAGA hat wearing stand outside watching a television, high fiving Trumpisms they like. A vendor asks me if I want a discounted hat, only $20. I dont answer. My soul has been crushed.

My faith in humanity is low anyway but its gone now. I wander over to the protesters and tell a couple what I just saw. Is there any hope? Fuck yeah one says, we have the numbers. Its happening 11/6. My spirits perk up. You're right man. We do have the numbers. Fuck Trump and those bird brained mob inside that falling down arena.

But I must say this. Its one thing to watch a Trump rally on TV. You can yell at the TV or laugh at the hand picked cult members behind him. But to be at one in person is exhausting. If you have an ounce of compassion, or empathy, or brains you see these screaming dimbulbs and realize the haters gonna hate hate hate. Theyve always been there, but in the past they only talked to each other in bars and VFW halls and in their backyards. Now they think they have the duty to get in your face and holler their insults and slurs. Its #sad.

Once they lived under rocks. Trump lifted the rock and out they came. My fear is how do we get them back where they belong? Back under the rock.

3 comments:

Jack Jodell said...

Hey, Max's Dad - I applaud your courage in actually going to one of the liar-in-chief's rallies. We have never been so badly swindled, and I hope we never will again! I thought W and DICK Cheney were massive liars, too, but next to Trump, they look like little angelic choirboys!

Max's Dad said...

No kidding, Jack.

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