I am sitting at my normal watering hole on this Friday night.
I have a professional day job. I am also a musician. I decided to sit out on a gig tonight. I’m glad I did.
I packed up my tobacco pipe and headed to my bar. I found a friend of mine as I walked in. He is a very vocal liberal. Hates GEOTUS and everything about him. Fine, whatever.
We talked. It somehow shifted to politics. Weird, since I never bring it up if I know I disagree with whom I am speaking with.
He started ranting about Trump. I listened, as always. I didn’t debate. I just listened.
Then, he did something that flipped a switch.
He called me a racist.
I said absolutely nothing racist. I didn’t defend my political beliefs while he was ranting.
He called me “inherinly racist” for being white. He’s white.
I fucking lost it.
I’m not going to go into what I said due to me not wanting to give too many clues about myself and inadvertently doxxing myself to a fucking leftist. But, I will say that I feel invigorated.
I finally started offering rebuttals to stupid leftist shit on social media.
I’m. Done.
I voted for him in 2016 and (cue Goofy meme) I’ll fucking do it again.
Trump 2020. Let’s Make America Great Again once more, Pedes.
But here's the crucial question.
Do you have any Frog Morton left?
Inquiring minds want to know.
Dude, I have been meaning to try that. I need my Pepe tobacco.
I have been on this English blend that pairs really well with whiskey as well as porters / stouts.
For a good series of reviews of tobaccos it sounds you would like, please check out "Stuff and Things". He has similar tastes to us.
He's a weirdo.
But then again, so am I.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCyzAMeGkT4N82NXOXN584aw
You're too late. It's long gone.
I have a few tins of Squadron Leader I will sell you for a quadrillion dollars.
:)