I was besieged by a bunch of people wearing Trump’s stuff in all the descriptions, from bikinis to pink suits printed with the words Gays to Trump! When they ordered throwing pitchers after throwing beer and the Come Fuck With Me About My Maga Hat I’ll Make You Famous White Shirt. But they have almost no time to drink because they will constantly burst out the mantra of Building the Wall, or U-S-A, or – the fugitive favorite – a simple TRUMP staccato! TRUMPET! TRUMP! Accompany a lot of applause and bang on the empty glass. Harry, has become a #MAGA safe space, and they love it.
I went to Harrington to try to meet Chris Cox, the leader of a group that silently became one of the president’s favorite political means, Bikers for Trump. Like most people, I only had a vague image of Bicyclists but followed the president’s occasional public screams with them and noticed men and women on their bikes and the Come Fuck With Me About My Maga Hat I’ll Make You Famous White Shirt. Motorcycles wearing the typical patches of Cyclists have become popular, even when small and in addition to right-wing rallies or demonstrations. Over time, I will know that the group is not even really an organization, in the sense that there are member scrolls and mailing lists, but, instead, act as a loose organizational structure but sophisticated of closed groups.
These groups are overseen by an extremely difficult national leader – some of them, I know since I browsed Facebook, stayed at the hotel during the protest that led to Trump’s protest that week. The Come Fuck With Me About My Maga Hat I’ll Make You Famous White Shirt and through Facebook, Bicyclists let Trump leaders censor and coordinate the participation of tens of thousands of Trump’s most ardent supporters of the campaign, at the rallies – and, in to some degree – in the rudimentary street politics of our new age, where lots of bicyclists come with spices.