GOP Hypocrisy

Trump to Attend Game 4 of World Series Despite Calling For MLB Baseball Boycott

Swing and a miss, big guy.

Maybe it’s one of those things where a conservative wants to boycott something but they don’t have it, so they buy it, then burn it. Remember when Republicans burned Nike gear that they had to go out and purchase after Colin Kaepernick got an endorsement? Remember when they actually bought Keurig coffee machines just to smash them?

I’m pretty sure those guys don’t understand how boycotts work.

Then again, they learn from idiots. Glenn Beck and Sean Hannity and Tomi Lahren and countless other dimwitted Republican blockheads are already bad enough. But when the guy you voted for in the election tells you to boycott something, you probably will. After all, you can still see your moron uncle saying “I don’t watch football anymore” every time you post about your team on Facebook.

This time it’s another sport, though — baseball. Donald Trump called for a boycott of America’s pastime back in April, when Major League Baseball decided to pull the All-Star Game out of Atlanta in protest of the new, highly restrictive voting law.

Let’s stop right there and note that this is how you boycott something. You actually take your ball/dollars/fans and go home.

But that was apparently strike three for Trump and the GOP, and they were headed for the parking garage like Mariners fans in the rain.

Maybe Donnie forgot he was supposed to be mad, though. In fact, he might even have forgotten the reception he got at Game 5 of the 2019 World Series at Nationals Park, where he was roundly booed by the crowd when they saw him on the big screen.

USA Today is reporting that Trump will be in attendance for Game 4 of this year’s World Series between the Houston Astros and the Atlanta Braves. Tickets for the last guaranteed game of the series are going for fifty grand, so let’s hope Trump’s amnesia about being mad at the sport lasts at least long enough for him to pay nine bucks for a hot dog, too.

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Andrew is a dark blue speck in deep red Central Washington, writing with the conviction of 18 years at the keyboard and too much politics to even stand. When not furiously stabbing the keys on breaking news stories, he writes poetry, prose, essays, haiku, lectures, stories for grief therapy, wedding ceremonies, detailed instructions on making doughnuts from canned biscuit dough (more sugar than cinnamon — duh), and equations to determine the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow. A girlfriend, a dog, two cats, and two birds round out the equation, and in his spare time, Drewbear likes to imagine what it must be like to have spare time.

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