Note: The following is a special submission to the Deplorable Housewives of the Midwest “Man Cave.” Friend of the Deplorable Housewives and fellow Deplorable David Sanchez describes his amazing experience at the June Duluth Trump Rally.
The Chronicle of my Journey to deliver a gift to President Trump.
I’m a 55 year-old man. I’m single and I work for the State of Minnesota. I’m not rich or famous, nor am I
politically connected. I’m one of those Deplorables…the term pejoratively coined by Hillary Clinton to describe people like me who support Donald Trump, who are just average Joe’s, not born into extreme wealth or privilege, just trying to find our way in this world. This simple adjective (or would it now be considered a proper noun?) has had a counter-intuitively profound and positive impact on my world.
I have been and continue to be ridiculed, maligned, called names and have lost several relationships for having the nerve to support an unconventional leader who I felt actually cared about people like me. As a rather unforeseen consequence of this label, I’ve fortuitously, over the past few years, found friendship from an entirely new group of people who I now consider my family.
We are eclectic respective to our backgrounds. But these people, like me, are thankful for our lives, love our country, believe in kindness but we also believe in common sense. We like the direction we’re now headed in as a country.
When I learned that President Trump would be coming to our state for a rally last month, I was ecstatic. Even though I’m not a person with the connections or money to meet a President, I wanted to do something special for him, that he would notice, to reciprocate the happiness and dare I say the betterment, I have experienced in my life since he has become President.
I worked with a friend of mine to create something unique and creative that I could put on a T-shirt in the hopes of giving this gift to the President personally as a thank you from me, should I be so lucky to have this opportunity. We put our heads together and came up with a design for a T-shirt. On the front, we used a logo created by my friend that looked like Trump’s hair merged with a curvy, line-art representation of the US flag. For the back, we created a unique font with a big # 45 and incorporated a very cool looking old-school flag inside of the numerals. Above this number, we simply had the word “WINNING” Very simple but as Da Vinci said, “simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.”
After I had the gift figured out, the next thing I did was to secure a van and put the word out to some of my deplorable friends who may have been apprehensive to take the 2-hour trip by themselves. Needless to say, we filled the 16-passenger van and were on our way to see the President in Duluth.
When we finally arrived in Duluth, it was like being in Deplorable Disneyland! So many happy, smiling people. I no longer felt like a leper as I interacted and intermingled with several people I had already met through previous deplorable get-togethers as well as those who I knew virtually through social media and some of whom I was meeting for the first time.
There was the moment when the Antifa trouble makers showed up and thought they’d ruin our fun while they walked through the hallways of the skyway where we were all congregated. They shouted obscenities and tried to intimidate us as we waited to be admitted to the venue. While physically I’m a big guy, I’m quite a mild-mannered person and in what wasn’t my proudest moment, after being struck in the head by a sign swung by an Antifa member, I uncharacteristically reacted and ripped the sign out of this person’s hands and defended myself. I have since watched this incident on video and oddly feel zero remorse for my response or my actions and would behave in exactly the same manner if this were to happen again.
Once we were finally admitted to Amsoil Arena, it was like being at rock concert waiting for the main act. The excitement in the arena was palpable as I saw waves of red, white and blue, and excitement and anticipation on the faces of everyone as we waited for the President of the United States to make his entrance. Because we arrived very early, some of us were seated while some were standing on the floor in right in front of podium. I was standing off to the left of the podium by the catwalk.
While I initially thought I’d probably have a better chance of being struck by lightning than to have an interaction with the President of the United States, once I saw our proximity to the main stage, I revised the odds in my head from the lightning scenario, to winning $5 on a Power-ball scratch-off game.
The President entered the main stage on long and narrow elevated pathway right in front of me. I thought to myself, “this is your chance!” I was right there along the barrier waving the back of the t-shirt my friend and I designed…my nominally priced but heartfelt gift to the President.
President Trump saw the shirt and he saw me. He pointed directly at me from about ten feet away and motioned for me to throw the T-shirt to him!
I was initially in denial that he was pointing at me and I actually thought to look behind me because I never thought in a million years the President of the United States would be pointing at me…an average guy who works for the State of Minnesota, dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. But sure enough, it was me he was acknowledging, so I threw him the shirt! I threw the shirt under-hand because I intuitively knew it might look a bit aggressive if I threw it over-hand.
The shirt sadly missed the mark before it completed its journey to him, but a Secret Service agent picked it up and after scolding me, tried to return the shirt to me. I emphatically told him, “NO, this shirt is for the President and he wanted me to throw it to him.” Another Secret Service agent was kind enough to pose for a picture with the shirt, taken by a friend standing nearby. The Secret Service agent assured my friend he would give the President the shirt.
“We, as a people, are capable of great things in this country. Great friendships and great accomplishments can ultimately be pivotal in making this country great again.”
At this point, I was numb. My simple gift, the odds of which I would never thought I could successfully get to him, not only came to fruition but he actually acknowledged it and appeared to appreciate the gesture! The leader of the free world actually recognized a simple gift from a simple man like me! This made me think…the impossible – as we’ve been told so many times, respective not only to his election but in a macro sense to what we’ve been told all of our lives – suddenly seemed a bit more possible. This experience gave me hope on a level that was euphoric. We, as a people, are capable of great things in this country. Great friendships and great accomplishments can ultimately be pivotal in making this country great again.
A special bond happened with this deplorable group at the rally thanks to President Trump, and I know we will be telling our stories about this special day forever. And with this deplorable bond, I will call them family forever.
If you ever get a chance to see President Trump, rent a van and invite your deplorable friends! You will never regret it and you will never know what will happen!