Redneck Rescues Rancorous Moonbat

Ruth Mayer of Charlotte has largely devoted herself to fuming over how much she hates Donald Trump. She hyped her hatred into a state of euphoric malice by bringing her daughter to a Women’s March rally in D.C. On their way back, they had an enlightening experience:

We were about 90 minutes south of D.C. when I heard a terrible popping sound. I assumed I had blown a tire and headed toward the nearest exit. The popping was followed by screeching — were we now driving on metal? …

Before I could do anything but park my gray Prius, a man rushed over. … He didn’t so much offer to help us as get right to work.

A piece of plastic had come loose from under the bumper and was scraping on the ground. The stranger couldn’t cut it off, so he got zip ties from his car to secure it.

She asked if the fix would get them home.

“Just ask any redneck like me what you can do with zip ties — well, zip ties and duct tape. You can solve almost any car problem. You’ll get home safe.” he said…

Which they did.

I couldn’t stop thinking about the man who called himself a “redneck” who came to our rescue. I sized him up as a Trump voter, just as he likely drew inferences from my Prius and RESIST sticker.

The kind treatment from someone she would have hated on suspicion of voting incorrectly sank her into a funk. Guess whose fault that was?

As I drove home, I felt the full extent to which Trump has actually diminished my own desire to be kind. He is keeping me so outraged that I hold ill will toward others on a daily basis. Trump is not just ruining our nation, he is ruining me. By the end of the drive, I felt heartbroken.

What a fiend, to ruin her day like that.

On tips from Artfldgr and Steve T.