Day 39: MAGA and the East Village, Part I

Friday, March 1, 2019

Milo Yiannopoulos’s brilliant analysis of the JussTawana BrawleySmollett hoax—the best I’ve seen—was posted on Frontpage Mag today.

It was also mentioned and linked on Ace of Spades HQ this morning, which is how I found the article. If you don’t visit Ace of Spades HQ, you’re missing one of the best political blogs out there.

Forget The Drudge Report’s ubiquitous “shock polls,” links to fake news propagandists, and incessant reports of rampaging airplane passengers. If you want the truth, go elsewhere. Drudge is over. Done. Finito.

Last night as I was walking around the East Village wearing my bright red MAGA hat, a young woman let out an audible groan as she passed me. But it was a civilized groan of recognition tinged with a note of mild resignation, not a hateful groan. I laughed out loud, but I waited until she was out of earshot so she wouldn’t misunderstand me. I was laughing out of happiness because her civility had just restored my faith in humanity enough to make me happy.

So, I tip my MAGA hat to that young lady—and she was a lady—for embodying the civilized America in which I grew up. Her behavior was like that of my childhood playmates in the 1950s. In my neighborhood, whenever my playmates’ arguments would escalate to a heated pitch, the worst thing we could think to say was, “I’ll sue!

I was also happy for another reason: the Hat’s magical powers had apparently returned after being on hiatus for a couple of days, when all it had been doing was eliciting glares and boring stares. Something happening in the stars, perhaps?

During my walkabout, a bicyclist who saw my hat yelled out “My God!” His reaction was so absurd that I could barely contain my laughter until he had peddled off. I didn’t want the cyclist to think I was laughing at him; I was laughing at the ridiculous situation where someone freaks out because of a hat.

At this point in my MAGA hat-wearing odyssey, I’ve become less inclined to mock the unfortunate brainwashed innocents who react to my hat in such ways. Now I pity them more than anything else, and I wish I could help them free their minds from the chains of the Thought Police.

After continuing my stroll, I soon discovered that it is apparently common for East Villagers to make their opinions audibly known, often in an uncivilized manner. Fine. I understand that they’re “just” a bunch of brainwashed pot-addled kids. I can handle rude comments. What I will not tolerate is the suppression of free speech.

One young man—who happened to have dark skin—said very audibly as I passed by, “I don’t like that hat.” He was with a crowd of friends, and I know that individuals are emboldened when they’re in a group of like-minded people, so I did not respond and kept walking. In retrospect, I think I could have stopped and had a brief conversation because his tone was not threatening, but I was hungry and my energy level was low.

A minute later, I passed through a pack of obviously stoned kids who had taken over the sidewalk and were dancing around like spastic electrons. One of them squawked, “fuck that hat” but I knew it was just the pot talking. After I passed by, I turned around to look at them—in a friendly way, mostly out of curiosity—and one of the guys shouted out “it wasn’t me.”

I have a feeling I could have completely defused the situation—not that it was all that bad to begin with—by going back and then suddenly dancing with them. I imagine they would have laughed their asses off (as they would say).

If I hadn’t been so hungry, I would have done that. The next time I take a MAGA hat stroll in the East Village, I’ll be sure to down a hearty meal first.

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1 Response to Day 39: MAGA and the East Village, Part I

  1. Jim Smith says:

    FYI about the arrest of the young guy who attacked the 81-year-old man for wearing a MAGA hat:

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