What a time for my BPD to rear its ugly head.

So there I was, protesting peacefully in my big goofy raccoon mask, and this Mexican came up and stood next to me, yelling, "Latinos for Trump!" Then he started talking trash to some of the other protestors, talking about Charlie Kirk, and Jesus, and how we're going to lose our country. At first I drowned him out by yelling "Chickens for KFC!" every time he yelled his damn slogan, but other people fell for his dirty tricks and started directly engaging him, talking about Trump's love of little girls. He started demanding evidence, and that's when I lost my cool. I started yelling about how those people always demand evidence, and then call it fake news when we give it to them, and one of the 50/50/1 organizers got between us and told me not to engage.

I ended up moving my fat raccoon аss down the road from him, and he left.