On the Road to Philly

Last time I said I'd talk about what to eat on the road to Philly. I imagine when you get there you eat Philly cheese steak. But for now, let's take a little side trip to the Marin County Fair, which is like most County fairs everywhere with animal exhibits, and carnival rides and all sorts of arts and crafts and pie baking contests. Also lots of schlock for sale. I guess there are people who drive around in big old trailers or campers from fair to fair all summer long.

At our Fair this year, as every year, our Democratic Party had a booth. This year we had a fun game called Make the Donald Eat His Words, where you lob a bean bag into the mouth of a large mounted Donald head. On the bean bag are written sayings that actually came out of that mouth in the real world. (as real as The Donald world can be.)

If you hit the mouth, a bell rings. Lots of people aimed for eyes or nose instead just for fun. Some people got really excited about this game, paying $5 to throw all the beanbags. (It was one free throw per person or 3 for a dollar). Our booth made $131 on our 4 hour shift alone. The most we ever made on one shift in the past was $40 or so, if one or two generous democratic donors stopped by. This was all in small bills, mostly ones.

Around the corner from our booth was an actual Trump booth where a couple of
unhappy women sat. One of them walked past our booth and said nasty things about Hillary. Another woman grabbed up some bean bags and started throwing them at the Hillary cutout we had standing in one corner of the booth.

Most people found it all in good fun, and the kids had a blast perfecting their aim. They understood the ramifications of what the Donald would be like as a President. A number of obvious Hispanic families stopped by. "Oh," said one man, with a heavy accent, reading the bean bags. "He loves Mexicans, does he," and threw straight into the mouth.

It was all in good fun. No humans or Presidential candidates were harmed. One woman who claimed to be a bib Hillary donor was incensed though and accused us of promoting violence.

I think the Donald's words contain a lot more violence than slinging them at a face plastered on a piece of plywood though.

We ate garlic fries and drank wine from the Elks Club booth. The Young Democratic Club folks brought along some candy as prizes for the kids. Someone else provided toothbrushes. How All American can you be?