I just got back from voting. Last night I asked you guys if i should wear a mask to vote or stand my ground. Consensus was to just suck it up and vote. I have only worn one to get in to see muh kid graduate.
Been everywhere from NJ to FL up and down. No incidents- lots of prayer before entering establishments. Yesterday was the first time I had to leave somewhere and wait in my car.
So I sucked it up and put on my red white and blue scarf. It’s lightweight so I held it up over my nose with a finger. Didn’t put it on until I crossed the threshold. I got teary eyed covering my freaking face. I could hear Trump in my head saying “…with just the illusion of freedom “ Just standing in line to vote and being forced to cover my face. I will absolutely be that person in the re-education camp getting beat. It’s not just my pride. It is the deep flow of freedom racing through my veins.
One poll worker was stalking me. She looped around and I could see her speaking to a ‘higher up.’
She comes up to me holding a medical mask and says “scuse me- you need to put this on” My adrenaline kicked in. I said “Look- I have lung disease and this scarf is as good as you’re going to get. Legally, I don’t even have to” She said nothing- I think my eyes were bulging. She left me alone.
My heart hurts. I’m done. I know Trump will win and we will still have work to do.
Been here since March 2018. I don’t know how I ever ended up with you faggots, but I’m so grateful God brought You to me.
This was my kid’s first time voting. We will be driving through the polls parking lots blaring the rap song ‘Twenty Twenty’ by Topher and ‘Trump is Your President’ by Bryson Gray and ‘Great Again’ by James McCoy Taylor a country song. Teaching my young adult kid how to stay rebellious and fight the freakin machine while kekking all the way.
Thanks- had to get that off my chest.
You guys are loved.