- Tuesday, May 14, 2019
Another wet chilly dreary day in New York. Enough with the rain already, as indigenous New Yorkers would exclaim.
Because of the nasty weather, I wanted the warmth of a hat but was not in the mood for leftist lunacy, so wore my blue MAGA hat instead of my red incendiary one. I couldn’t avoid noticing the usual stares and glares today, but I ignored them because at this point in my MAGA adventure I honestly don’t give a flying crap what people think of my hat. This is a free country. I will wear anything that I damned well please, and I will think whatever I damned well please, and I will say whatever I damned well please, and if anyone is “triggered,” then tough shit, as we say in the South.
That said, the defining characteristic of my hat-wearing experiences today—when literally hundreds of people saw my hat—was that I received an unusually large number of compliments and positive responses.
Something has changed.
While walking up Broadway towards Union Square, a homeless man shouted out “I like your hat . . . and your umbrella” (the fabric of my umbrella resembles an American flag). I offered to give him my umbrella, but he graciously declined.
While riding the 4 train to lower Manhattan, I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and saw a teenage schoolboy grinning with delight. We nodded and exchanged beaming, subversive smiles.
A few minutes later while waiting for a ferry to Brooklyn, a guy sitting in the terminal at Pier 11 called out, “Like your hat.” I thanked him and kept walking, but then decided to go back and chat for a minute. We commiserated about the craziness of the world today: the hordes of brainwashed Americans; the lying leftwing media propagandists—but I told him that I’ve been wearing a MAGA hat in New York for 113 days and people’s reactions have been changing; more people seem to be waking up.
Later, on the ferry while waiting to debark, a young woman who saw my hat smiled at me (and it was not a smile of derision; I can tell the difference).
Later that evening, still wearing my MAGA hat, I popped into a Dollar General in a not-so-nice part of town near a bunch of housing projects. I steeled myself for some possible nastiness from the bored clerk (who happened to be black), but she radiated warmth and charm during our transaction, and she wished me a good night.
Something is happening.
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Indeed “something is happening”. Your stone courage and courageous willingness to confront the beasts is…changing THEM. Godspeed to you, Mr. Hero! :o)