Seth K. Thomas

My name is James Lee Crosby and I was asked to participate and on Saturday June 20th I risked confrontation with protesters, the contraction of the coronavirus and the loss of my Black card to attend the reelection rally of President Donald J Trump. I have to say it was a magical experience. It was beautiful beyond belief. It was like a pan of candied yams in its thirteenth minute of the cooling phase. I know a Donald Trump rally isn’t for everyone. Neither is almond milk. But if you’re like me, an advocate for strict obedience to authority at the expense of personal freedoms who is hates contact with people who are not like you and not so secretly prejudice against minorities with a preference for societal hierarchy of groups and a belief that you have been deprived of something that you are entitled to, this was the place to be. It was so lively and so energetic and for a brief moment we all forgot that the world was on fire. It was like a family reunion on Thanksgiving two days befo...