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At the end of the previous blog, I told how I asked our Congressman, Chuck Edwards, and his wife, Theresa, for a favor.
As promised, here is the story on that. As our regular readers know, for exercise and actual social activity (as opposed to virtual activity on social media), I am a member of the Mountain Shag Dance Club, and the Ohio State Buckeyes football fan club.
We football fans are very excited that President Trump is going to be in attendance at this Saturday’s top-four rivalry game with Ohio State as the visiting team to take on the #3-ranked Penn State Nittany Lions. Ohio State is ranked #4. (Frankly, I am somewhat concerned about our chances against the awesome-looking Penn State team.)
By the middle of last week, I was looking forward to the big dance for the Mountain Shag Club to be held this past Saturday night. It is a costume party-dance and I was coming up empty on what guise I could don to get some chuckles from my fellow shag dancers. Pun intended.
Those of us who have been paying attention (and more than that, being involved in the upcoming national and local elections—I have already voted early) were very familiar with “the Donald” trolling his opponent by actually working as a French fry specialist at a McDonald’s restaurant .
As with several other notable photos of the President, various pictures of him have gone viral on the internet as memes. Here is one of them which we found on a website called DeporableDaily.com.
And obviously, it was staged because with the dangers to Trump’s life so very real, he couldn’t just “Walz” into any McDonalds and don the apron. Everything and every person involved had to be secured for DJT’s safety. ’Nuff said on that.
On Thursday morning, I woke up with a sudden flash of an idea for a costume. “This could work,” I thought. I knew I would be attending the noon luncheon at the HCRWC with special keynote speaker, Lt. Col. Allen West. Plus, I assumed that Congressman Edwards and his wife would both be in attendance.
It just so happens that Chuck began working at Mickey D’s as a teenager, and he and Theresa now own five McDonalds franchise stores. I believe one was completed wiped out by Hurricane Helene, and Theresa, in her talk to the HCRWC, reported her great concern and prayers for the safety of their 293 employees, and how she wept in gratitude to God when she got the final report that all 293 of them were alive and well.
So, as I spoke to them just prior to the luncheon meeting being called to order, I explained to Chuck and Theresa about my idea to go to the costume party dance dressed up as Trump working at McDonalds.
They smiled as Theresa instructed me to go to their corporate offices and ask for so-and-so who would have a McDonalds apron for me.
“Oh,” added Theresa, “and I also told her to give you a McDonalds pin which is for Certified French Fry cooks.”
I expressed my great appreciation and after the luncheon hustled down to the Edwards’ offices and picked up the apron and pin. Next, I called a party store and yes, they had a Donald Trump wig.
On Saturday evening, I was thus dressed in the rest of Trump’s “uniform” with a white shirt and red tie under the apron.
As I entered the large dance room that evening, I got some quizzical looks at first. Then, there were two reactions, depending on each individual. Here are one of the first couples to “get it.” They laughed hilariously. (Trump supporters)
Since the hurricane hit, and with no power and no water for the first several days (until I evacuated to the Raleigh area), I did not shave. Then, when I could, I chose to grow a beard again.
That is undoubtedly the reason why some of the less-informed voters (aka Kamala supporters) eyed me with quizzical looks and then more than one gentleman decided and remarked, “Oh, you’re Col. Sanders!”
At which point, I held out my Mickey D’s French Fry pin attached to the top center of the apron, and I smiled as I replied, “No, not Col. Sanders. Could I interest you in a medium or a large order of McDonalds French Fries?”
The wife of the first man who reacted that way (and both are excellent dancers and are friends of mine) suddenly realized I was “Donald Trump,” and she said with utmost disdain and a suddenly snarky voice, “Well, I might take some fries, but I would never vote for you!”
The two reactions held true throughout the evening. Those who were familiar with Trump’s trolling of Kamala giggled (the ladies) or guffawed (the guys) and slapped their knees in glee.
Those who were less aware of Trump’s stunt (due to their strict media diet of BM), were very negative when I explained my costume to them.
To quote the old comedian, Rodney Dangerfield, “I tell you, I don’t get no respect!”
In fact, I felt more like Professor Van Helsing at a vampire gathering (a literary allusion to the Dracula novel and subsequent theatrical versions). Recall how Van Helsing merely held up a Christian cross and the vampires, the denizens of darkness would draw back, shrieking in horror.
I would compare that to TDS (Trump Derangement Syndrome), an affliction which is now-commonly recognized by the red pilled among us. I may have some patching up to restore friendly relations with people who have been friends but who, by their reactions to my Donald-at-McDonalds costume have caused them to exhibit their voting choice. As I said, by wearing my Trump costume, I felt like Professor Van Helsing holding up the cross.
On a very serious note, have you noticed how that shortly after Trump’s 15 minutes of service at McDonalds (“I have now worked 15 minutes more than Kamala did at McDonalds.”), that suddenly there is an outbreak of E. coli at McDonalds. Go figure… or in other words, think about it. Is that just a coincidence?
Here’s a story in the Epoch Times concerning that. QUOTE:
McDonald’s E. Coli Outbreak Worsens as Number of Confirmed Infections Rises to 75 Across 13 States [END QUOTE]
Please continue to pray fervently for Godly government in America; in other words, for His Kingdom to come in all its fulness!
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