Everything you can imagine was getting hurled at him. From the cliche and expected, like tomatoes, shoes, and beer bottles, to the hunger inducing and original, like the half-way-unwrapped-ready-to-grab-with-one-hand-and-take-a-bite-out-of McDonalds cheeseburger that grazed his lips as it floated by his face, the distinct smell of highly processed seared cow flesh left lingering in his nostrils.
There wasn’t much need to duck or dodge all the missiles flung his way. Most people were terrible aims and he was set back a fair distance from the crowd. Rubbish though piled up around his feet and debris grew higher and higher. Attendants came to these things prepared. He once saw someone wheeling in a wheel barrel overflowing with whatever the cart pusher has discarded. Another person once drug in a municipal issued trash bin, full of a wide variety of rotting and decaying waste from the previous week.
Some, though, do come just to listen and learn, though they are far and few between. The high majority already know where they stand and it is their patriotic duty to heckle and distract.
These events are a prime example of the state of the union. Garbage piling up everywhere. Single-minded individuals up in arms about things they haven’t even taken the time to think about. Pure chaos really. But this is now part of the process if he wants to make a change and help things to improve. He chose this path for himself and he intends to do all he can as he runs against the incumbent for the title of leader of the free world.
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