Saturday, November 21, 2020

Flat Trump Society Gains Traction

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Tuesday, November 3, 2020

This Truth is a Feeling

I was staring out my window and I saw small, rock like looking thing flying around. It went up and down really fast and then just hovered there. 


Then I went on to the roof to get a closer look. There was a man in a costume standing there, looking for the rock. 


I said, “did you see that?” 


He turned and looked at me. 


He was wearing a Ronald McDonald costume. 


He said, “I did that.” 


I left slowly, pondering what I saw, I thought, I wonder what other mysteries in life there are. 


As I walked down the street, still pondering, I watched a guy in a very expensive car honk at a homeless man who was crossing the street. 


I thought, maybe he has a point, I mean, he does have the right of way. 


Then I tripped over what I thought was a curb, but it was a homeless guy. 


In fact it was THE homeless guy that the car just honked at. 


He wasn’t wearing a mask. 


I guess he figured he’s made it this far. 


Then a guy with a truck with a flag drove by. 


Some people cheered. 


I said, I don’t like flags. 


I don’t dislike them, I just don’t understand why people wave the flag of a country. 


I mean, it’s cool to like your country and everything, but everyone disagrees when they see a flag as to it’s inherent meaning. Like how one person is like, "that flag means my culture", and another person thinks, "that flag means my ideology" and another person thinks, "that flag is the representation of a collected history" and another person thinks, "that flag represents all the bad things that happened my people" and another person thinks, "that flag made me a lot of money" and another person thinks, "I think that flag should be better looking." Then they all fight about those words. 


I told someone that and they didn’t get what I was trying to say. 


Then I ate beef jerky and some chips that were spicy although not as spicy as the bag said they were. 


You know what I don’t get, when people with those wing suits that you fly with really fast try to get as close to the mountain and trees as they can. 


Sometimes those guys die. 


Like, isn’t it enough of a rush to be flying really fast to begin with?


How can you get bored when you’re flying really fast?


I also don’t get how people can like Donald Trump.