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Also, I fly the LE flag at my house. I’ve got “banned video” & “infowars” bumper stickers on my back trunk. 2 incidents:

1. person behind me in McDonald’s line lightly tapped horn. I’m thinking what does this jerk want I can’t move up any closer. I look out my sideview mirror and he’s giving me the thumb up out his window.

2. was more harrowing. I’ve just stopped at a red light a couple miles north of Detroit. In my periphery on the passenger side I see a guy who had jumped out of his van and was rapidly approached. I look. He’s at my passenger window giving me 2 thumbs up and then he goes back and jumps in his van before the light changed. I thanked him with a thumbs up. That one was last week. The first was 3 weeks ago. I prolly got exact times and days somewhere. I take lots of notes during the course of my retirement days. It works for my unusual brain.

Neighborhood: About 80% like-minded with lots of LE.


32 posted on 10/06/2020 7:25:55 PM PDT by PGalt
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One more thing:

I was up near Mackinac Bridge in Indian River visiting my childhood buddy and his wife who I hadn’t seen in years. After dinner & wine the conversation turned to politics and philosophy. WHOA NELLY! It got so heated Debbie said she would off POTUS if she could. I looked her in the eye and said, “would you shoot me?” She stormed off and went to bed. Poor buddy Mike was just sitting there. He has beginning Alzheimers. Sad. Lot of pressure on Deb. I slept with one eye open in the guest bedroom. In the morning she made a great breakfast. We said our bye byes after my compliments on her always good cooking.


36 posted on 10/06/2020 7:38:50 PM PDT by PGalt
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