Two things today: This guy is gonna sign an executive order renaming

the USA to The United States of Trump. You think he won’t do it? The Gulf of America is sufficient to remember Amerigo Vespucci, right? Who cares who Vespucci was…just another sailor. The country should be renamed after “its greatest President” right? RIGHT???

Meanwhile, last weekend my wife and I went out for my birthday dinner to this very nice (and famous at the Jersey Shore) restaurant. We had a drink at the bar and then went upstairs for dinner. Afterwards, when we came downstairs, I remembered that I didn’t have smaller bills to tip the parking lot attendant, so I stopped at the bar, saw the lady bartender, and asked her “Do you remember me?“ She said that she certainly did and I asked her if she could break a 10 for me… That two fives would be fine. She took the bill and walked over to the cash register.

While she was doing that two fairly big guys were sitting at the bar, one of them was wearing the usual red hat with the lettering on it, and he said “I’d have given you two fives for a 20.“ And I said “Yeah, well you need better jokes more than the 20.“ His companion then said “I would have given you a 5 and 3 ones and…“ And I cut him off right there and I said, “And what YOU need to do is improve your math skills.”

Now the interesting part of this is at no time while engaging in this repartee did I look at them, I was watching the lady down the bar and didn’t even give them the dignity of staring at them. The last thing they expected from this older guy was that kind of instant instantaneous comeback and they just sat there semi-stunned. I took my money from the bartender, thanked her, and went out to my car. My wife said to me, “that was amazing how you handled them.“. I remarked to her, “Yeah…but that’s exactly how bar fights start.”

I know it doesn’t sound like much, but you sort of had to be there. Fucking MAGA’s.