So I'm not a MAGAt, nor anything remotely resembling modern fake-ass hypocrite lying-ass Republicans. BUT I am a straight white middle aged non-poverty stricken man with anger issues and let me tell ya, friends, adversaries, sympathizers, & haters, the power that angry, un-poor, straight white men possess is impressive, enormous, and something to truly be feared. So I've been enduring construction work for quite some time on my lil' County Road, and they're finally, finally putting up concrete curbs, which is fantastic, but they've **** their asses to do it. Anyway, the last two days they've sporadically had a trailer parked across my driveway, and just so happen to be there when I got back from the feed store this morning. I got out hot. I mean fucking angry. All the lil' road crew Mexicans knew I was fuming and what had been a happy little mariachi band fiesta beside my fence turned into what can only be described as a somber-ass episode of the quiet game. No more trumpets and trombones, no more Español flying at ninety to nothing, just heads down, asses working. I guess they thought I was getting ready to call ICE. I don't know, but it's pretty fucking addictive. I'm an easy going motherfucker most of the time, happy to be Liberal, but... If that's what being MAGA gets you, I just might fucking convert. 
