Friday, March 15, 2019
While riding the N train into Manhattan today, I noticed a 30-something Social Justice Warrior-type staring at my hat. It wasn’t a shaming stare exactly, but on the cusp of disapproval and shaming. I glanced at him disinterestedly, as people do on the subways, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and then returned to my thoughts.
For that moment, I had achieved Normal Land Nirvana in one of the most abnormal places on Earth: New York City. The brainwashed “social justice warriors,” socialists, Democrats, heathens, haters, and racists (but I repeat myself) had faded into irrelevancy, now appearing to me almost as mere holographic comic book characters.
In the past 53 days while wearing a MAGA hat in New York, I’ve often had to pretend to ignore the schmucks who’ve tried to shame me into submission for wearing a “Make America Great Again” hat. Today, it wasn’t an act.
The people in New York who seem real to me now are the down-to-earth, intelligent, grounded, polite, common-sense, salt of the earth people . . . of which there are legions. Some of these people may still be learning and evolving politically, but the important thing is that their minds are open, and they are paying attention.
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