Given this week’s political nuclear bomb blast, it feels like a weird time to publish a light-hearted post about my recent (pre-election) jaunt through the United States. But I’m hoping you’ve have had enough of the U.S. election horror show – I know I have – and are ready (at least temporarily) for some wholesome American travel adventures. If so, please read on about my four-day visit to Maine, the northeastern-most state in the lower 48, with my sister, Susanna.
I’m in the United States just in time for Halloween, and also for the peak of American presidential election madness. (Don’t worry, I’ve already voted. I dropped my absentee ballot safely into a U.S. Postal Service box last Saturday.) It’s quite a circus. I’ve been watching CNN for the past hour and other than commercials, there hasn’t been a single second of anything other than Donald Trump coverage.
When my dad called this morning and told me Donald Trump was appearing at his new Trump International Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue in Washington D.C., I grabbed my camera bag and hopped on the Metro. I wanted to see some Trumpkins – the term Dad uses for crazy Trump supporters – with my own eyes.
There were some male Trumpkins too. They were angry.
In actuality there were very few Trumpkins at this event. Most of the characters on the scene were anti-Trumpkins, picketing in front of the hotel waving signs and chanting “Don-ald Trump, rich and rude, we don’t like your at-ti-tude!”
For the record, she does not look very nasty.
I never saw Trump himself. But I had a good time anyway.
If you’re fortunate enough to have a say in this election, get out and vote. And don’t forget to carve your Trumpkin in time for Halloween.
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It makes me smile, when I see it.