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Put on my boots, jumped in my F-150, cooked a rare steak, had a cup of Black Rifle coffee, poured a glass of bourbon...
(hexbear.net)
...loaded my $15000 AR-15, bought some Dude Wipes, put on my Blu-ray collection of Clint Eastwood movies, told everyone I came across that I wasn't gay, stifled all emotion, had my wife make a sandwich and raise my kids, told my black neighbor he was "one of the good ones", shared videos of dead Palestinians, put on my "Mission Accomplished" bumper sticker from 2003, turned on my Joe Rogan podcast, clocked out at the racism factory, and drove to the polls here in Whitesville Texas. Brought my wife and kids too. We understood the assignment. We were adulting. We did a democracy. Donald is right behind me isn't he?
I quit smoking a decade or so ago but damn I miss the occasional front porch cigar and whiskey or beer sessions sometimes. I'm a pale, scrawny dorky ass mother fucker and I always hated the machismo stigma around them.
Yeah it sucks! I've shared cigars with a bunch of friends and there's a whole preemptive briefing I have to give about them, because of the macho-wannabe-tough-guy-cult surrounding them.
(I only share with people I know smoke, I would never try to get anyone to start smoking)