I get thrown out of a Trump rally
When I learned that Trump was planning a rally in Clive this week, I felt I had to attend and make a statement. Kathy was unable to join me, as she’s recovering from foot surgery. But she designed a shirt for me that was bold, concise, and called out what might prove to be Trump’s most damaging liability: his near constant stream of lies.
My friend Helen agreed to join me and take photos. We arrived at the venue early and nabbed excellent seats.
The event dragged on and on (Trump was 90 minutes late), with the music so loud I had to put in earplugs — and a hat pulled down over my ears for added protection.
The hat doubled as my half-hearted, humorous effort to fit in as Helen and I entered the venue. And while I hope the Patriots win the Super Bowl, it should go without saying that I’m absolutely not serious about a Trump-Brady ticket in 2028. Continue Reading →
