You were the red faced, middle-aged white man driving the outdated, 1990s convertible in Huntington Beach who felt obligated to flip me off and scream obscenities at me because of the Bernie Sanders sticker on the back of my car. I have news for you, bro-zo: Not only am I going to vote for him, but I’m also raising five children to be even more of a liberal-minded, hell-bent socialist than this granola-eating Berkeley radical will ever be. The future is changing, you old Trump chump. Peace!
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