The Biggest Problem

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There are reporters out there who are willing to do the impossible…

…talk to MAGA supporters and figure out what they stand for.

“Why do you love him?” The reporter asked one woman who was dressed up like a MAGA ball girl.

“Oh, he is always straight forward. He tells it like it is.”

The reporter rifled off four straight instances where the lies are evident.

“Well, he’s solving our problems.”

“What problem has he solved?”

“All of them.”

“Give me one example,” the reporter said.

“No trans people in sports, and that might be the biggest problem we have.”

I shut it down.

There are people out there who believe that the biggest problem they face as Americans are transgender athletes taking gold medals away from deserving women.

And before you dismiss it as the ramblings of a crazy woman a question was posed to J.D. Vance.

“How do you define socialism?”

Now, mind you, this is the vice-president.

“It’s immigrants taking jobs from Americans, and transgender playing in women sports.”

Uh.

That’s not socialism.

Yet, it’s the one winning talking point they have?

Paying too much for gas?

No healthcare?

Lost your job?

Can’t afford groceries?

Welp.

Don’t worry about it!!!

They solved the transgender issue.

Evidently that is what makes America great again.

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