Too much yelling and goalpost moving. She seems among the more reasonable but not sure what position she was taking. Did she pump her arms during the "We want Trump" at the end? I couldn't see.
Idk, but the one that looks just like my Mexican friend when we were 16 has a MAGA cap on..lol!
Obviously he was one of them Spanish Mexicans.
He held the knockout king title for a while..on the local circuit.
It was fun..go to the bar..drink..cheer your friend on and he knocks people out.
Later on (in a couple years), we'd have midnight matches out in the street in front of my house. Hoo boy! I've had some good times.
Thank you, Lord. It wasn't always him out in the street..the contenders rotated..by whoever we could talk into doing it.
I've been out there myself, and I was the sponsor. With one of my best friends..I didn't wanna hurt him..but he kept jabbing me, so I stepped in and stuck him and it was over.
It was over when I hit him.
Many a young man was knocked out in the street in front of my house. But we had good times, there was no kicking his head when down n stuff.
Pick him up, wake him up..and back to the beer!
Even if somebody lost: They still stood up and went out there, so respect is deserved for that.
16 oz gloves..people..most don't know.
To knock somebody out with 16 oz gloves, you have to have an A-1 wallop. Some prizefighters couldn't make a knockout with 16-oz gloves.
My Mexican friend did, and my Spanish friend, and me. Yeah, only us 3 actually knocked people out. (doing that)
There were needed concessions some, too. Aye, if somebody's winning, they're winning.
Whole ring of people around to pull them apart. All watching the action.
Very different from these days.
These days, they'd all be holding phones up! Watching through their phones.
Somebody needs to come along and slap phones out of these bitches hands! Seriously!
See the guy with the MAGA cap on, stroking his chin with the Trump shirt?
Yeah..that's what my Mexican buddy looked like when were like 18-19.
He was knocking them out on that bar circuit, boy. We had to come along for moral support. Only one not there from the clique was our friend that went into the Rangers.
He's mama say he couldn't do that. And he respected her wishes, and I ain't mad at him. He did the right thing. Not saying I wasn't trying to be a bad influence one night.
Shame on me.