I happen to be spending the day in a dead-red conservative county. I was imagining how Easter might have been here if the Orange Pusbag was President.
1. Annual Easter Grenade Hunt. Live fire exercise for kids 8 and older. "We lose a few kids every year, but the survivors are combat-ready."
2. Every Easter basket has a big chocolate Trump in it. It's orange and tastes terrible.
3. Easter sermon at The Church of Racial Purity: "God Loves White People."
4. Presentation at the community center: "Why Black People Voting is Unconstitutional."
5. Gala community Easter dinner at the Rec Center: "Celebrate Easter Whiteness."
6. Gun show at the fairgrounds: "He's six years old. Isn't it time he learned to shoot? Discount ammo for customers under 18."
7. Easter Parade with a Marjorie Taylor Greene blimp (she's holding an AK-47).
Due to supply chain issues, the shipment of Genuine Bigly Trump Hams ($129 each) didn't arrive in time, so we're having "Tucker Fritters" and "De Santis Ribs."
Oh, and the eleven gun battles within the city limits produced only 150 casualties--Trumpers are terrible shots when they're drunk.

