I just drove past a kid probably about 5 years old who was dressed up in a pirate costume. He had a fake knife in one hand and he was looking at me and pointing at the Trump campaign sign in his yard with his other hand. I had my windows rolled up but I could see his little-kid mouth say some variant of how I should vote for Trump.
Something about that whole scene gave me the heebie-jeebies. Maybe it was the foreshadowing thought that if Trump is elected, by the time that kid is 18 Americans will have regressed to the point where old-timey swashbuckling pirate garb will be what everyone actually wears on a daily basis because it provides less restrictive movement when you need to pillage and plunder your own community searching for food, medicine and weapons caches after Donald Trump brings this country to its knees?
Anyway, his parents were behind him and smiling at the ‘cuteness’ of the little Trump Pirate (heebie-jeebies…again). Since he was a kid, I managed to muster up a small smile and a little wave but it took every ounce of restraint for me to not do that thing Trump did with his face and arms when he was making fun of that reporter and yell “Grab her in the pu**y, little fella!”
I didn’t do that because I still can’t figure out how to pronounce “pu**y”.