Trump Parade

Yesterday, I spent my time cleaning bathrooms and doing laundry. By the end of the afternoon, I wanted to watch the World Series. I did not want to cook. My husband went into town to a local restaurant to pick up some takeout. We would like to keep this restaurant in business, and they have good tacos.

Little did he know that there was a trumper parade going on. There were about a dozen of those fools, flying their trump flags and their confederate flags from their pickups and honking up a storm. He could not tell if they were local or imported assholes.

He went inside and picked up the tacos. I hope he was not in contact with any of the maskless morons. I worry about him.

On the way back to his truck, he noticed that one of the morons had an especially stupid vanity plate. It said, "IM ARMD."

Get it? I'm Armed.

What in the everlasting flaming hell? Every farmer up and down my road is armed. Some of us are good shots, too. Don't they realize that? We have critters who damage our yards, crops and buildings. They kill our barn cats, scatter garbage and eat all the sweet corn out of the garden. Of course we are armed! We don't have to brag about it.

Also, when we have time, some of us like to hunt. A little extra meat in the freezer is very helpful in the winter. This might be just the year to have something put away.

Don't they realize that a good many Democrats, like my husband, are veterans? You would not believe what a good shot he is! He doesn't find it necessary to brag about it. He doesn't need to imply that he is willing to shoot people who oppose him politically.

I am a 72 year old farmer's wife. I am five foot nothing, and I am armed, too, you dickless wonders.

I feel no need to be afraid of these noisy nobodies. November 3 will be here soon.

Even though I am far more likely to shoot you with the garden hose, I'm armed. Go home to mamma, little boys. You are a joke.