Tea Pain ate breakfast at Hardees this morning. Just about every time Tea's there, there's this big center table crawling with MAGA hats and Trump gear. They're always laughing and cracking jokes about Joe's age.
This morning was radically different. Their body language was clearly tense. They were all leaning in and talking very seriously and very concerned about "Kamala" and "her." There was no laughing, no smiling. They were clearly worried. One dude whispered dramatically, but still loud enough to hear, "I will never have a black woman telling me how to live!" You could see their eyes collectively glaze over as they imagined a black woman sitting behind the Resolute desk.
Register to vote and let's make MAGA's greatest fears come true!