The first two people behind Trump to react to the shots and drop down immediately were young women, look to be late teens, early20’s. Conditioning., American style.
when I quit my career as a political reporter the day after Super Tuesday 2016 at the age of 29 people were very surprised and always wanted to know why and without fail my first response was “I didn’t want to die at a Donald Trump rally.”
That must must’ve been the most awful moment of his life, the way the Secret Service were sticking their hands in front of his face like that with all those cameras rolling.
Man, I know the country is on the brink, I get it, and I certainly shouldn’t be engaging in self-concern at this pivotal historical moment, but this is really gonna fuck with the launch of our new craft brew Bleeding Ear IPA.
Driving in LA traffic can be pretty stressful, but I’ve found that using a mantra can help. One I find myself uttering over and over again is “Thanks for the blinker, dickface.”
My new favorite thing is rather grandly moving my car over on the 10 to make room for passing motorcyclists so they reach down and give me that peace sign. Man I get off on that shit.
