Reactions to my Kamala Harris 2024 T-shirt

Out and about on an ordinary day

Reactions in a grocery store to my Kamala Harris 2024 T-shirt:

“My daddy says she’s a bitch.”

“No I don’t.”

I smile.

I’ve gotten side glances from women who are secretly unfaithful to their man’s candidate. Secretive, approving side glances. Heavily madeup eyes that say, “Meet me November 5th in the ballot box.”

Most don’t acknowledge I’m wearing a political shirt bearing an iconic Sheperd Fairey-esque image of Kamala Harris inspired by the Obama 2008 “Hope” posters.

No reaction. Better than a mob beating.

Three elderly white men. One glares. I pass in silence.

Another graggle of three elderly white men. Hello, Tucson. But one has a ponytail.

“Kamala” got two high fives and a thumbs up.

“Kamala” got a jubilant thumbs up from a blue-haired cougar in a car in the Costco parking lot.

“Kamala” got a smile at the Fry’s from a man on aisle three carrying an armload of Rice-A-Roni dinners.

At the self-check out gauntlet an elderly black man smiled at my shirt and said, ”Women are always saving our asses aren’t they?” We exchanged a knuckle blast. I gave my shopping experience 5 stars.

A young Latino man drove past me in the Walmart parking lot in his monster truck, covered with Trump and Jesus stickers and moaned “no-o-o-o, ma-a-an” with a disappointed tone. I tossed him a friendly power sign along with a smile. Yes, man. Yes.

She se puede.

What mega-church suckered your soul, vato?

“Kamala” got a warm knowing smile from a Gen Z-hipster-mother walking past me in a corner supermarket out here in Casas Autopsies. She surprsied me when she stopped pushing her cart, turned and said to me,” We’re gonna kick their asses in November.”

Hell, yeah. I made the prayerful gesture.

I saw an old white fool in a “Veterans for Trump” hat. After all the times Trump has insulted the military this numbskull is still a veteran for Trump. I didn’t say, “Excuse me. I knew Senator John McCain. Tell me to my face he was not a war hero.” I only thought May your candidate salute your “sucker” service with a thumbs up photo op circus at your graveside one day.

I didn’t give his foolishness another thought.

The white-haired guy pushing solar by the solar kiosk in the middle of the store laughed when he saw my shirt, gave me a thumbs up and complemented me on my red hat. “With the deceptive red hat. It’s a good look.” He laughed again.

It’s a red American Heart Society Survivor cap. It’s not a MAGA cap.

He gave “Kamala” another thumbs up.

I wish I could have given everyone who smiled a Kamala shirt and a bumper sticker and a yard sign. The more the general public out-blings the Trump losers in the weeks ahead the better.

My son Matt and I picked up our Harris Walz yard sign at the Harris Walz field office on Tuesday.

It just opened this past week in Tucson. It was crowded. I parked. My son and I stepped out of the car and I recognized a Democrat walking out of the busy new field office with her yard sign towards her car. She saw me wearing my Kamala Harris 2024 shirt and we broke out laughing and cheering each other on, closing with the “when we fight we win” call and response and we were joyful happy warriors down for the fight.

I was feeling so proud of myself for parading my voter preference out and about town, Trumpers be damned, when my adult son asked to borrow our CRV Saturday morning.

Sure I said. “Be safe.”

He returned it at noon on Saturday. “Where have you been?”

He grabbed a cold drink from the mini-fridge. “Out canvassing for Harris. I volunteered.”

“What? OMG. I am so proud of you!” I hugged him like Washington hugging Lafayette.

“I signed up online and they called. I canvassed a few neigborhoods with two older experienced ladies. About 30 homes. I’ll do it again next Saturday.”

His stories were wonderful. He was so calm, good natured and friendly to all who answered his knock. A natural. “Hi. Will you be voting for Kamala Harris?”

I am so proud of him. I think I’ll get that young patriot a shirt.