Fries and Fascism

Do you want fries with that?

Donald Trump is pushing a lie to debunk what he claims is a lie.

Trump claims Vice President Kamala Harris never worked at McDonald’s, which she said she did in 1983 as a summer job. In an attempt to call her a liar, he pretended to work the fry vat and serve customers at a drive-thru window at a McDonald’s in Pennsylvania.

Per The Washington Post: The restaurant was closed to the public during Trump’s visit, and the motorists whom Trump served were screened by the U.S. Secret Service and positioned before his arrival. No one ordered food. Instead, the attendees received whatever Trump gave them.

Shame on McDonald’s. Shame!

Shame on McDonald’s for allowing their restaurant to be used as a political prop for a pussy-grabbing fascist and shame on them for allowing a demented old man to play with boiling french fry grease unattended. I hope McDonald’s checked the till, french fries, and ketchup packs before Trump left.

The customers in the drive-thru were all Trump supporters and they’re probably wondering why there’s bleached weasel hair in their Big Macs and why the fries taste like Cheetos and Alberto Vo5. Notice from the photos that Trump wasn’t wearing a hair net.

The real deal is that Donald Trump can’t prove Kamala Harris never worked for McDonald’s. It was 1983 before everything was archived in computers. Also, who lies about working at McDonald’s?

My first job was in 1982 as a busboy in Natchez, Mississippi. Good luck finding records that I ever worked there. The only record for that may be the scar on the top of my right foot after a skin graft from boiling gumbo. My second job was in West Monroe, Louisiana which started in 1983. I was a bag boy for Brookshires, a grocery store chain headquartered in Tyler, Texas. Go find records proving I worked there.

Trump lies. He posted on social media, “We have checked with McDonald’s, and they say, definitively, that there is no record of Lyin’ Kamala Harris ever having worked there. In other words, she never worked there, and has lied about this ‘job’ for years.”

Except, McDonald’s didn’t say that. The franchise sent a message to employees stating, “Though we are not a political brand,” the message reads, “we’ve been proud to hear former President Trump’s love for McDonald’s and Vice President Harris’s fond memories working under the Arches. While we and our franchisees don’t have records for all positions dating back to the early ’80s, what makes ‘1 in 8’ so powerful is the shared experience so many Americans have had.”

“1 in 8” is McDonald’s reference to its claim that 1 in 8 Americans have at some point worked for the chain.

Trumpers point out that the veep doesn’t include McDonald’s on her resume. Yeah, and I don’t include the busboy or grocery store jobs. I also don’t include the two pet shops, convenience stores, the music store, or the zoo I worked for.

I don’t include the zoo because if a newspaper is interested in hiring me, they’re probably not concerned about how well I can shovel elephant poop…unless they’re Republican newspapers. I just thought of that (I once stepped into a puddle of elephant pee and when you come home with a sock and shoe soaked in elephant pee, the wife asks, “What’s the smell?” She will also say, “Keep that foot away from me”). Newspapers also probably aren’t concerned about how well I can restring a telecaster (pretty damn well, thank you).

And as a presidential candidate, voters should be more concerned about Harris’s ability to fend off Putin and continue rebuilding the economy Trump destroyed during his last year in office, not whether or not she can work the fry vat.

The good news for Trump is it seems maybe he can work a fry vat so McDonald’s is a much more suitable place for him than the White House…unless he goes to prison.

Trump, end your campaign for the White House and I’ll put in a reference for you at McDonald’s (I’m not responsible for stolen french fries).

I’m loving it.

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