One of my friends called me 2 days ago asking if I wanted to go to the Trump Rally in Minneapolis that he held last night. I wanted to go, I really did. This person got 10 free tickets to the rally from his employer. Another friend who was a pilot for Northwest Airlines offered to fly everybody down to Minneapolis.
As much as I wanted to go, I decided against it, and I think it was a good think that I did. My friends walked by bonfires where people were burning MAGA hats. Then the unthinkable happened. Three of my friends had urine thrown on them. I had hoped Minnesotans with “Minnesota Nice” and all that would have been above that kind of thing. Obviously not. If I had gotten hit, I would have grabbed the nearest hard object and aimed for the head of the person who thre the urine. Yep, I would have probably ended up in jail. I guess it was a better choice to stay home and watch it this morning on YouTube.
My friends said that the rally was totally awesome. They wanted to go out for dinner after the rally, but all of the decent restaurants within 3 miles of the rally were closed up for fear of getting trashed. I guess I can’t blame them.