Trumpenstein Looms in Sleepytown pt. 1


This was too good to pass up. On the celebrated day of cannabis appreciation (4/20) Donald Trump, the icon of the Republican run for the 2016 White House, would show up at the Indiana State fairgrounds to rally support for himself. I couldn’t let Trump pass me by, not on Weed Day. His visit to Indy came on the heels of his big win in New York. The positive numbers he pulled out of the Big Apple had to fill his empty soul with glee so why not carry that feeling into the Midwest where he could try to secure a few more delegates? Fast paced timing threw the rally together with little notice; most people I knew were unaware he had scheduled to stop in Sleepytown. Later breaking news suggested the Big Man, Chris Christie, might even show up there. I was glad to have caught notice in time to plan the Trump Sojourn, check the thing out and compare it to that lagging Sanders rally I attended a little more than a  month ago. I was sorry to have missed a more recent rally for Bernie but a twisted mind like mine can only ingest so much politico before nausea takes over and leaves me shuddering in the corner.

One quick call to Mike, mi hermano, and the Trump trip was in swing. I’d make sure we had an adequate amount of THC for our brains to wrap around the experience that is…Donald Trump. Trump and the Trump crowd. An undiluted taste of Hoosier Republicans, out there backing their man. This was life theater at it’s best. Mike grabbed tickets and we sped off the next day.

Local Democrat/Independent opposition to Trump laid notice they would be protesting at the rally. That would definitely add to the festivities. Some early online chatter the day before we left for this event tried to persuade people to get online tickets and not show up-a boycott of some sort, I suppose. Something to say ‘we will undermine your efforts, Don’…some people don’t know the strength of conviction the Trump supporter has for this man. Ticket buyouts? No fucking way, not on these zealots’ watch. I personally wasn’t about boycotting the event. I wanted to walk straight into the den of a Trump rally and experience it for what it is…..while high. That buyout ticket idea wouldn’t fly anyway (I found out they weren’t going to collect your tickets…I made sure to check that one out…walked straight up to a state trooper and asked. I don’t know if the officer noticed, or didn’t care, that I was baked. Sure I was high, but I was under control and not foaming at the mouth about taking down Trumpenstein).

The crowd slowly grew outside the building on the state fairgrounds. The weed we smoked had kicked in nicely and now we were both really into the discussion and ambiance this whole scene had. This was the gravy of politics, the live rally event of the Republican Party and associates. This was CNN and Fox News covering where you were standing; the happening that would be broadcast out for a few moments on the media…with perhaps a bit more. You could smell the dopamine oozing out of pores as the crowd grew with anticipation knowing Donald would be there soon. Security screening insured by Secret Service kept it all nice and civil, something more common each day at large events. Reminds me of being screened at a pro ball team game or maybe the airport. The slow growth of people coming inside began to fill the small hall and Mike and I took advantage of surveying the lay of things around and near the main stage…not too close. Key positions were claimed by security or devout party members. People who had stuck it out for hours holding their key spot on the floor. We cruised the perimeter and met the Republican voters. All forms of mutation as friendly as could be and anxious to see their man on stage. The one that really shook me in that moment was a lady in a wheelchair holding on to a sign reading STANDS WITH TRUMP. The irony of this visual-and just as bizarre, the ability to pull out a phone and take a picture of this oxymoron and not be seen as abnormally intrusive. Our society is selfie-propelled so taking snaps or video of the real world are more the norm. The lady in the chair wasn’t even phased. A couple young buck cowboys wearing shirts reading HILLARY FOR PRISON 2016 smiled there way near me. Trump friendlies from various Indiana towns who had forged their way to this event. Small families and button vendors, news hacks and political antagonists, all gathering in a fairground block building for the live version of the GOP front runner….Trump was coming.


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