NASCAR fans are having none of Trump’s shit.
(At Daytona International Speedway)
Reblogging because Trump is literally the snakey, slimy shit you deposit in an infield race track port-a-potty after you’ve consumed a week’s worth of suds in two nights and your protein intake has consisted of too many under-cooked sausage dogs.
Returning to Daytona for the first time since my last childhood visit (in ’94) was bittersweet. Things had changed immensely at DIS and in America, but the sound of cars firing up after a cold winter and the roar reverberating off those old concrete walls, sending the trash-bin foraging gulls scattering took me back to the youthful excitement that first filled me when I visited the place.
I want to encourage you to harness that fire deep in your belly. Be part of the earth-shaking force that spooks the white flyers to their core and sends the scavengers fleeing. Shake off the coldness that has gripped our nation. Beat down the walls around your community. Here’s to woke race fans and a better season on the horizon.
Raise Hell. Praise Dale.