Early last week, I was at the Theodore Roosevelt Presidential Library for its first weekend. At the library itself, despite President Donald Trump inserting himself incongruously into the opening ceremonies, I did not see a single person sporting a Trump-branded clothing item.

The town of Medora, North Dakota, itself was, however, a different story. It wasn’t overwhelming. But for someone who lives in an urban center of a blue state, where even in the ruby red rural areas most people have become sufficiently shamed to shut up about their MAGA tendencies, a single errant MAGA cap is a rarity.

  • spaghettiwestern@sh.itjust.worksOP
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    2 days ago

    Last year we hosted a holiday dinner and included a neighborhood couple we had never met. Within minutes it became apparent we had invited a Magat POS. He actually exceeded expectations, bringing up Trump time and again and ignoring the fact we kept changing the subject. It took one of us openly ridiculing Trump to get him to finally shut the fuck up. It was only because we didn’t want to make other people there uncomfortable that he wasn’t out the door on his ass.

    His wife (not Maga) has since approached us asking to get together and we’ve politely declined. No need to tell her we’d rather have triple servings of Taco Bell lettuce during a root canal than to ever spend a minute in her husband’s miserable presence again.