Just had a great morning experience. I dropped my son off at the train station. Went for coffee at a Starbucks close to base. Saw a table of yard clams speaking a bit too loud. These civilian contractors to Navy shipyards are typically enlisted veterans who go straight from the military to directly supporting the military but with great heaving bellies, bushy beards, and a funk that comes from loose living and tight quarters.
I waited for my decaf and fiddled with my trash, and eavesdropped on a fascinating conversation.
They were discussing Trump, and while they had a great many pros and cons, the cons always seemed to get washed away as minor compared to the audacious goals and worthy strikes.
The group was five, with a gaunt old white guy and his plump companions, a four-square of young and old, black and white.
They discussed issues with more attention to detail than I have mustered lately. They watch the news and they see right through it. They are obviously plugged in to something besides the MSM.
The most refreshing part was that I haven’t heard such a clear casual public expression of support for Republicans, much less Trump hisself since perhaps ever.
I dare the Democrats to bring impeachment. It will be their tombstone.