Jaja Ding Dong

There's the reasonable reaction, and the demented one.

When I was in Chicago during the Democratic National Convention last August (I think it was August. I hit my head while I was there and I’ve been kinda confused ever since deep dish pizza), I hung out in the Billy Goat Tavern near the convention site.

Did you know I have a weirdo magnet? For some reason, very strange people are lured to me. See?

I was taking a photo of an alley for my pal Lalo because he takes photos of alleys, and then I turned around, and there’s this guy trying to squeeze a lamppost between his cheeks. What was he texting about anyway?

“What up, dude?”
“Nuthin’ much…just in downtown Chicago squeezing a signpost between my butt cheeks. what’s up with you?

I can’t explain it, but hey, man…you do. your thing. Maybe he had an itch. I’m not judging.

I was also stalked a couple of blocks by an RFK Jr supporter the night before (after she and her friends had defaced some Kamala Harris signs.

The crazy RFK Jr lady was talking about vaccines and dead bears while she followed me down the street. I did judge her. I escaped her by going into the Billy Goat Tavern.

Inside the Tavern, I encountered a guy wearing a “Make Chicago Great Again” cap screaming at the phone charger. I thought maybe his cap was in jest, but nope. It was not. What’s weird about that? He’s a Black Trumper in Chicago and Black Trumpers are weird enough, as are all Trumpers really, but in Chicago, in Barack Obama’s Chicago? That’s weird. Didn’t I see enough Black Trumpers at the Republican National Convention in Milwaukee the month before (and one of those fuckers tried to debate me in a bar)?

Oh, shit, I just remembered the Black Milwaukee Trumper friended me on Facebook and I’ve been meaning to delete that since I left Milwaukee but I can’t recall who he is. Reminder, I hit my head.

While watching the Make-Chicago-Great-Again guy scream at Doug Emhoff (after he was done screaming at the phone charger), who was on TV giving a speech (he was really upset over something the veep’s husband said about brisket), two elderly and invigorated anti-war protesters walked in and made a bee-line straight for me to argue about supporting Kamala Harris.

The two protesters, a man and a lady, were very nice, but why me? What is it about me that made them want to debate me, not so much about the war, but why they’re not going to vote for Vice President Kamala Harris, and why I was (I actually sent my ballot off this week, so I’ve already voted for her).

They said they weren’t going to vote for Harris because of her support of Benjamin Netanyahu’s genocide of Palestinians in Gaza. “Genocide” was the word they used. I don’t recall where they were from but it wasn’t Chicago or Illinois, and while they’re not going to vote for Trump either, their votes may be very important depending on what state they’re from. I’m trying to remember but I hit my head.

I was not in the tavern to debate but I got into it while remaining friendly (they were elderly and I don’t want to scream at old people). It was more of a conversation than an argument. I don’t like debating in bars unless it’s about sports. Yeah, you’re team sucks. But what I told these protesters (who did give me some great information about a protest being held two nights later) was that while they may not like Harris’ position of supporting Israel, it will be worse with Trump. Trump helped start this war.

After the killing of Hamas leader Yahya Sinwar, Vice President Harris said this was an opportunity to end the war. Donald Trump said Israel isn’t going far enough and encouraged Netanyahu to be more aggressive with his war machine that’s already killed over 40,000 Palestinian civilians.

You have to remember that Donald Trump is one of the instigators of this war. The United States’ recognition of Jerusalem as the capital of Israel is one of the several factors for Hamas’ start of the war on October 7 of last year.

A real leader would use this as an opportunity to end a war that’s long run its course. An immature hateful ignorant juvenile with tiny orange hands and dementia would use it to push for more bloodshed.

If you hate Kamala Harris’ position on this war, then you’re just going to love Donald Trump’s. Vote wisely.

By the way, that protesting couple left the tavern after arguing with me. They didn’t even get a drink. It’s like I was the only purpose for their visit. But they were nice.

The next night at the Tavern, I met a very nice and pretty female journalist from Norway. Mmmmm, Norway lady. I should stop griping about who I meet on these trips. I’m trying to remember her name, but I hit my head.

Creative note: When I first thought of this idea, I thought, “That doesn’t work,” but it kept making me laugh. Then I decided that it’s not every day I get to put Jaja Ding Dong into a cartoon, so fuck it. It may not be important if you don’t get the reference, but I’ll tell you anyway. It’s from the film Eurovision. It’s pretty brilliant even for a Will Ferrell movie. Yeah, I said. Fight me. Also, every time I heard “Yahya Sinwar” on the news, I kept hearing “Jaja Ding Dong.” I’m very immature and also, I hit my head.

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