How Trump Supporters Remind Me of Myself When I was 22
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By David Gottfried Many Anti-Vaxers and Trumpers remind me of myself when I was 22. At that vainglorious stage of my life, certain rituals gave me ravishing, redolent freedom. I used to floor the accelerator, speed to ninety miles an hour, fancy my car a tank and advance deep into enemy territory to the accompaniment of the Rolling Stones, screaming on my tape deck, “Street Fightin’ Man” or “Sympathy for the Devil.” With all my windows open, the wind made my red hair swirl like the hellacious fires of Hades or a strawberry ice cream cone, depending upon whether I was in a gallant, valiant, savior-like mood or the demon king of all the deviates.
How Trump Supporters Remind Me of Myself When I was 22
How Trump Supporters Remind Me of Myself When…
How Trump Supporters Remind Me of Myself When I was 22
By David Gottfried Many Anti-Vaxers and Trumpers remind me of myself when I was 22. At that vainglorious stage of my life, certain rituals gave me ravishing, redolent freedom. I used to floor the accelerator, speed to ninety miles an hour, fancy my car a tank and advance deep into enemy territory to the accompaniment of the Rolling Stones, screaming on my tape deck, “Street Fightin’ Man” or “Sympathy for the Devil.” With all my windows open, the wind made my red hair swirl like the hellacious fires of Hades or a strawberry ice cream cone, depending upon whether I was in a gallant, valiant, savior-like mood or the demon king of all the deviates.