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Elections have consequences
Letting My Trump Neighbors Know
I am not going anywhere
Today, I put on my dark blue suit, a bright white satin blouse, and pearls. I took my time with my makeup, applying dark, long lashes, bright red lipstick, and long, fancy nails.
I made sure my hair was perfect, big, curly, and very fluffy, added a pair of blue kitten heels, and I was ready.
I opened all the windows in my house and lit my herbal simmer pot with a protection simmer.
Then I started Beyonce’s “Freedom” on repeat, turning the volume up to 100.
The music vibrated my entire house. My hardwood floors were even feeling it. You could clearly hear my music outside of my home.
Finally, I stepped onto my front patio and stood there while the music played around me, looking earnestly at everyone who came past my door in my deep-red Republican neighborhood.
I know my neighbors heard my music when I saw some leave their homes to stand on their porches, but no one came over. I am sure they are Trump voters.
Dog walkers sped up as they walked past my door. I smiled and waved.
Joggers jogged. I showed them all my teeth.
