It was just a Tuesday afternoon and I overheard a my friend Sarah talking about how she wanted to go to the protest and I was like ,”YES GIRL LET’S GO.”
So we did.
And this is what we saw:
We made it too late to get into the rally.
The first sign of the protest.
“So bad, even introverts are here.”
Looks at these kids!
“DEMOCRATS MAY BE DONKEYS, BUT YOU ARE AMERICAS ASS”
My sign is my favorite.
It’s a Moeriginal.
Too bad he didn’t get to see it.
Gotta say this is my second favorite.
LOL GAS STATION SUSHI
I love your signs.
I stand with homie on the ground making a last minute sign.
” Would you like to buy a racist hat?”
Homegirl is not about our picture taking even though she is black and selling racist hats.
HELL NO WE WON’T HEEL.
They don’t even deserve to suck your ass, brother.
This Arpaio is on Ar-point-o.
The Trumpies have been released into the streets.
This child, like many others, supports Trump because he lacks the ability to think for himself.
Planting the brainwashing propaganda early, huh?
So I just wanted a cute little pic of them and their matching hats.
This woman takes hers off as I point and focus.
“Why are you taking your hat off? Aren’t you proud to support Trump and to be one of his deplorable disciples? Come on it is cute how proud you are to be ignorant. OWN IT.”
Well this guy is owning it. And friendly.
I have no snide remarks for him.
Smile on, brother.
There, through the windows.
Perfect window to display my sign as all of the deplorables make their way out of their hate convention.
I really just love the rise I get out of ’em.
Oh hey, they notice right away.
Gee thanks! I love birds!
Somebody needed to acknowledge that.
I love this sign.
We are not enemies, yet we need to be segregated.
*Insert remark about pigs protecting pigs here.*
So these ass hats come back over to me to LITERALLY INSTIGATE.
(Look who put her hat back on.)
Telling everyone that I assaulted this woman in the wheelchair…
Their homegirl (who claims she used to be a journalist for One Republic) is ready for any asinine excuse to attack me.
They wait until I am all but ambushed to clarify that it was “verbal assault.”
“Take a picture of me and my haters.”
Yeah, I encountered a lot of harassment over my armpits.
The attack me as a person, on something as trivial as that because they lack the intellect to make any other kind of argument.
Geeze what’s with the glare?!
I didn’t even interact with her!
I am going back to my team.
This dude is spewing racism.
He got in her face and then I may or may not have low key tapped him in the face with my poster.
He took it and ripped it.
That was a nice sign.
Shit hit’s the fan in another part of the protest.
You hear the first round of something being shot off.
A round of cops make their way in that direction.
Trumped = Chuckin’ Deuces = Deuce also means poop.
Looks like I missed the action?
This dude actually stopped his truck and got out to start shit.
He got back in.
Then he proceeded to start driving right through protestors.
This one is fighting back.
Homie in the truck just got swarmed.
Looks like they are about to fight or kiss.
I am placing bets on a heated kiss.
And then another round of tear gas is fired off.
WHOOP THERE IT IS!
“Hmmm who should we get next?”
Real journalists come prepared.
Even not journalists.
This guy just took a heart dose of mace to his face.
Blue shirt is looking for problems.
This ordeal is blowing up snap chat.
Can we please?
Trump has brought out the worst in everyone.