“I Need to See Proof!”

I was really looking forward to seeing a guy I know. He is a MAGA, fat-orange-guy-fan that I have bantered with for a decade.

I wanted to get his thoughts on the fact that Shitler was Epstein’s best buddy and that he sent that disgusting letter with the crude drawing of the ‘girl’.

“What’s up?” I yelled. “Did you see the birthday card?”

He laughed.

“Oh, I’m going to need to see proof,” he said.

“The birthday card is proof that they were partners.”

“Anyone could have made that card,” he said. “They’re framing him.”

I laughed.

“The card was included in a book that was bound and given to Epstein as a gift more than 20 years ago, so if they were framing him, they did it more than two decades ago.”

He looked a little confused by the FACT. He said the exact thing that I knew he’d say.

“Clinton was pals with him too.”

“I don’t care! Put him in jail too, right next to your favorite shit bird.”

He was stunned by that answer too.

“I’m going to need more proof than that,” he said. 

That answer aggravated me.

“You’re now actively rooting for a pedophile,” I said. “You have daughters! Think about it a little bit.”

I walked away, figuring that I’d made my points and that was the best I could do.

He shouted:

“Make America Great Again! Get rid of the Mexicans!!”

As I drove away, it saddened me because he is a guy I’ve known and joked with for about 25 years, but if he can excuse ‘his guy’ of such a pitiful life, all for the goal of ‘getting rid of Mexicans’.

Well.

I may not be joking around with him anymore.