I went to DC this week--definitely not for AUSA, which I'm not allowed to attend because of "optics"--and saw/met some... "interesting" people.
I decided to take the train in, which was something I've never done before, because I wanted to be able to practice my speech and didn't feel like driving through the nor'easter we were expecting.
I got off the train at Union Station in downtown DC yesterday afternoon. When I was outside waiting for my Uber, I saw a woman walking up and down the sidewalk with what looked like a Trump flag. "Wow, that's bold, in D.C."
Nope.
As she got closer, I could see it was a Trump flag modified to say "FUCK TRUMP."
Not bold after all. In fact, it was the easiest, most obvious, most boring thing ever.
She was walking up and down the sidewalk, outside in the rain, and everyone around her was completely oblivious. I also noticed she had a small cardboard sign that said "fuel the flag," which I assume was her grift. I'm sure there was a QR code or CashApp or something where people could give her money.
That's fine, you keep on protesting for pennies It looks like you need the steps anyway. You keep getting soaked in the rain with your meaningless gestures and your meaningless flags and signs. I'm going to be over here, with the people who are #WINNING.
This morning, I was back at Union Station. LOTS of homeless people and clearly mentally disturbed people. I watched an older, barefoot homeless woman wearing a thin nightgown talk another woman into buying her breakfast at Wendy's. She insisted on getting the largest soda possible.
As I was eating breakfast, a man in his late 20s or early 30s came over to me. "Hey were you in the Army?" He was black, had dreadlocks, was wearing mirrored sunglasses indoors, and had on shorts and a white tank top. The top of what was clearly a pentagram on a necklace he was wearing poked out from the top of his tank top. I was on alert and not sure where this conversation was going to go. We had a short conversation, at the end of which he took off his sunglasses and looked straight into my eyes before we shook hands and he walked away. As he walked away I noticed he was holding one of his hands down at his side in the "hook 'em horns" (AKA the "devil's horns") position. I wondered if he cast a hex on me or something. Weird.