Tailgate MAGA | La Presse

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I was in New York last week to attend the shit show by Donald Trump at Madison Square Garden (MSG). But I instead attended the tailgatebefore the match.

An old friend and I registered for the MAGA rally, but disingenuously as Maryland citizens. Since the only price of admission was to support Trump, we considered it a small price to pay for the spectacle and ruled that our circumstantial lie was a venial sin.

And since for Trump hell is a Democratic presidency in Washington, we told ourselves that if our fib took us that far, we should survive.

Now we might as well settle this on the way out, we missed the shit show.

Hating the idea of ​​being caught in the cattle pen of the thousands registered between the 32^e and the 33^e Avenue for hours, we decided that getting there an hour before the start of the performance would be enough.

Oh no! Too late, MSG was already filled to the brim with Donald worshipers. More registrations than places available, overbooking, says my proofreader.

Well, a bit of disappointment of course, but to be very frank, if we had to choose between shit show inside and the tailgate of the previous four hours outside the MSG, no hesitation: the tailgate.

Well installed on the steps of the monumental facade of Penn Station, opposite MSG, and under a magnificent autumn sun, we witnessed the most eccentric political battle of our lives. New York once again revealed its exceptional creativity, with an incredible concentration of weirdos.

You will not be surprised if I reveal to you from the outset the presence of a large delegation of pro-Trump evangelicals in a trance who tried to levitate us. Life-size crosses on site, Jesus size, including one with a small wheel at the foot which helped a zig to move around by carrying it on his shoulder like the Lord once did. We can’t stop progress, the son of God would surely have appreciated it at the time…

There was also Bob, let’s say.

Bob, equipped with a megaphone, took pleasure in driving certain people crazy by spreading the word that Trump was a “loser”, insisting on ses six bankruptcies, and many other kind words.

Bob’s speech triggered the rage of many, like this guy wearing the mask of Hannibal Lecter (sworn sworn) and who belched the worst insanities towards Democratic women in general and Kamala Harris in particular.

When a woman dared to intervene, he replied that she had surely already had an abortion! Delicacy incarnate…

Another one that Bob aroused was this member of the Jews for Trump who wore a surprising yarmulke in the colors of his political hero… So stuck up, the guy, that he tried, in tears (no, I’m not kidding), to convince Bob to stop his defamatory speech.

He obviously didn’t make it, but two other henchmen took over, members of Rod of Iron, whose name I Frenchified into “Barre de fer”.

No, this is not a gang affiliated with the Hells Angels, but rather a religious sub-phalanx that, according to Wikipedia, worships semi-automatic AR-15s, which they claim represent this rod of iron mentioned in the book of Revelation, last part of the New Testament.

Well yes, it leads that far, the interpretation of the Holy Scriptures…

Bob remained rock solid throughout those hours, unwavering in his willingness to rattle off Trump’s resume.

Obviously, many sellers at the temple were trying to sell off their stocks of Trump trinkets. Oddly enough, most were African-American. One might wonder if they were doing it out of conviction…

I’ll pass on to you the veterans against Trump, the Chinese and Koreans for Trump, the traditional pick-up with exhaust systems spewing a cursed noise, decorated in mixed colors like ex-president candy and Civil War Confederates, etc.

The highlight of the circus was undoubtedly the arrival of the Kim Jong-un lookalike who offered his services to the future president, if it could help, recalling that North Korea built and managed the best concentration camps in the world. To the rallying cries of “USA! USA! USA! ”, he replied “USSucks!” ” Spectacular !

And as background noise, passers-by indiscriminately showered us with “Fucking liberals!” » or “Fucking facists!” » as they continue on their way. “So do you,” replied the echo!

Political gatherings, such as sporting events or performances rock, have this particularity of making people who attend lose their inhibition.

Let’s just say that this time, the term “not chic” was an extraordinary understatement to describe the entire work.

There was a crowd there who probably firmly believed that Trump would deport hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of illegal immigrants, or at least liked the idea.

As for the parallel that was drawn with the 1939 rally of American Nazis at the same MSG, let’s say that Trump’s authoritarian speech was known, but a notable difference was that the horde present cherished the Latin cross rather than the swastika.

But we are once again getting angry for nothing, Trump repeated that he had never read My fight, and he denies having ever said that he would like to have the same kind of generals as Hitler’s!

At worst, the former Chief of Staff of the American Armed Forces, General Mark Milley, recalled that the military takes an oath to the American Constitution and not to the President of the United States, if that helps you sleep…

The poll results this year are more unfavorable for Kamala Harris and the Democrats, when compared to those of the 2020 election at the same time. And remember that Joe Biden was a little on the butt last time…

But pollsters got it wrong in 2016 when Trump was elected president, and in the most recent midterm elections, where Democrats did much better than expected.

Once again, even if it is unfair to put all this weight on them, American women will decide the outcome of this election, but above all, will defend the absolute right to the integrity of their own bodies.

It will ultimately be a duel between the right to abortion and disgust with immigration.

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