If vulgarity upsets you don't read this
I'm just quoting Trump supporters
Holding “Harris/Walz 2024” signs on a street corner with other citizens is joyful in spite of the fingers. We are assembling to speak freely in support of the candidate who is not a terrifying senile fascist Hitler.
We stand up in spite of it being harrowing these days. Ballot boxes torched? I stood next to a fearless Navy widow. Gun nuts at the drop-off sites? It’s the true marksmen like Tim Walz that are deadly shots. Our office in Tempe riddled with bullet holes. shot at. The suspect is alleged to have been plotting a major violent attack.
We sometimes express grim humor. We see the violence happening around the country, but we aren’t dissuaded from the assignment; we get so many thumbs up and melodic honks of approval we reassure each other.
And out here America is still sane. A reason to love Tucson.
Come stand with us.
I walked to my corner today and there was a lone Trumper with a banner the size of my Harris Walz banner vacating the corner.
Must have been a rally there. He asked me, "Who are you rallying for?" He sees my rolled up ten foot Harris banner in my arms.
"Harris. How about you?”
He says, “Trump. I can’t wait for this to be over.”
We smiled through our scruffy beards. “Me, too,” I said. “Good luck.” We shook hands like neighbors. He said, “You, too, buddy.”
I don’t know what to make of our exchange.
This woman is a beautiful warrior for Kamala, for her daughters and granddaughters.
She is here to win.
Turnout was beautiful.
We had so many positive shoutouts and thumbs ups and honks I’d say Harris will sweep Pima County.
What are your election night plans?
For amusement I formulated theories about the different negative responses we got from Trumpers driving by in the street.
One guy drawled us a hearty, “Fuck yawl!” and he meant it.
I imagined this white goober will be the citizen more than happy to man the guard towers of Trump’s deportation camps while he earns his TRUMP GED.
A fellow bellowed, “Tru-u-m-mp!”
This gasbag will be the citizen happy to shove families onto boxcars for a paycheck.
Passenger window down. A driver leans to mutter a barely audible, “Assholes.” And turns into the flow of traffic. Lost in a sea of friendly honks.
I could see Herr Eichmann in the future working as a rubber-stamping bureaucrat at a Trump agency charged with weeding out the Enemy Within.
A pasty white sweaty red-faced man yelling indecipherable gibberish from the middle of the street while he’s waiting for the light to turn has caught our attention. We can’t hear him. The light turns. He rattles on home across the intersection in his barely making ends meet junker.
Near retirement age. Still working hard blue collar job. Bigot. Blames everything on illegals he’s never seen. Cannot figure out why all 7 of his kids are estranged from him. Hates his “colored” supervisor. Going home to an empty house and a TV set to Fox.
A simple “Flip of the Bird”. We saw a smattering. Delivered with the elan of a half-hearted “I hate you.”
The common classic gesture of disapproval and loathing tossed off with the flippancy of a teenager. Dude’s a young scruffy post-adolescent sneering lad, a low information twenty-something with tatts and rings and no GED driving a big truck and he loves Gutman on Fox and Joe Rogan and this person will sell information to the Trumpenstadt Police and look ze other way when Trump’s state police take his parents away.
An enraged shaking take this middle finger up your hind parts flip of the rock stiff bird while swerving, peeling away, and burning rubber like its burning lava.
Mr.Anger Issues is racing home to tell his trad wife, Pixie, how the world is going to hell now… and Pixie, darlin’, why isn’t fox on th’ TV instead of them stupid women’s talk shows you’re always watching…you ovulated yet? … did I get any mail, where’s the MAGA Christmas Tree I ordered? Next to my what? My penis enlarger? Are you laughing at me, girl? You’re going to get the wrath of God, girl. Where’s my belt? And a righteous man shall teach his woman the way! What are you doing with my gun? You best put it down. There on the Trump Bible. I said put it down!”
Forgive me for venting.
YOUR SIGN WAVE ASSIGNMENT
FRIDAY. DOWNTOWN
Friday 11-01-24, from 4pm-6pm
Downtown. Intersection of Granada and Congress. NE corner to begin. In front of the Federal/IRS Building. Avoid the SE streetcar corner. Consider the pedestrian bridge across Congress as well, (in front of the County and Courts bldg). We want to be seen by rush hour commuters. Cheerfully reminding them to vote. I’ll bring tunes and signs. You bring signs.
Hey….Day of the Dead weekend is coming to overtake downtown on Sunday. So Friday is our one downtown demonstration.
SATURDAY. BROADWAY AND WILMOT
Giving the eastside some love again. Saturday 11-02-24, 11am-1pm. Broadway and Wilmot intersection. SW corner, to begin. Park smart.
SUNDAY. CAMPBELL AND SPEEDWAY
Sunday 11-03-24, 11am-2pm
Campbell and Speedway Intersection. SE corner, to begin. Our last blowout sign wave before the election. Our final street party for Kamala Harris! Invite friends. Bring signs. Celebrate!
I will post sign waving updates on my instagram, facebook and threads accounts:
https://www.instagram.com/davidwaynefitzsimmons/
https://www.facebook.com/dwfitzsimmons/.
https://www.threads.net/@davidwaynefitzsimmons
Thanks, David Fitzsimmons fitztooner@outlook.com
Thanks to you and all those you've rallied to do this very important work. If Harris prevails, it will be because of people like you!
As you are watching the giant pickups with the Trump banners waving remember that the size of the trucks wheels are in inverse proportion to the size of the driver’s manhood. Happy sign waving, friends.