I wore my Trump Tee shirt without thinking to the grocery store Saturday morning. I live in Memphis. You should hear all the things I was called, every time by a mask wearing lunatic. Why they are still wearing masks is a whole other matter. The store manager actually came out, opened up a register, and gave me a hug. I guess he thought a riot was brewing and expedited my departure?
If I got biz in the ‘hood (like the pull-a-part junkyard) I wear my “Caliph Baraq is my homeboy” t-shirt.
Being jeered at by jerks is a mark of pride.
These days in my region (85% Dem) putting a Trump bumper sticker on your vehicle means you will soon be reviewing old pictures of how it looked before it was put on cinder blocks, stripped and burned.