But I stuck with MAGA. The fear of losing my community terrified me. For the better part of a year, I spent myriad sleepless nights wrestling with my conscience.
The final straw came for me on May 24, 2022, when a gunman massacred 19 kids and two teachers at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas. MAGA’s response was that we needed more guns. My research had shown me that was egregiously mistaken. Overwhelmed by guilt for having contributed to this madness, I quit MAGA.
Three months later, I published a mea culpa, in which I renounced my support for Trump and apologized for my hurtful deeds and rhetoric. I never imagined that anyone would care. But the opposite was true: I was deluged with requests for help from people hoping to save their relationships with their friends and loved ones in MAGA.
I have an ex who - between actual chemical addictions - chases religion, politics,and men, in roughly that order.
Every time she finds a new vessel for her misguided faith, she starts sounding a lot like this guy.
I’ll bet he was that guy at MAGA fundraisers that staked out a position near the crab dip and regaled the poor hungry patrons on the repressive nature of surgical masks and free speech with his new found expertise while they politely fingered the crackers and questioned the choices that led them there.
I like your writing style.