Auntie Evil is creating Funny Stickers, Buttons, Magnets
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Donald Trump is very possibly the most evil twit on the face of the Earth. 
In response, I have created buttons, stickers and magnets dedicated to resisting the Trumpster Fire's storm surge of bullshit by fostering a community of resistance fighters. You are not alone!
Here's a story about what happens when they're used properly:
"Today I went to City Hall, pockets bursting with stickers and magnets. This would have been okay, except for last time I went, I was there as a member of the Library Board of Directors. We had a reserved entrance with no metal detectors.

This time, I was a common plebe.

I saw the metal detector as I walked in, but I couldn't remember if I had just the plastic magnets, or if I also had some of the more powerful ceramic magnets in my pocket...and frankly, I didn't know if magnets would set the thing off anyway. I did, however, have enough magnets in my pocket that a nickel was mysteriously attached to the outside of my jeans when I stepped out of the car. In retrospect,t his should have been a clue.

The young, black security guard asked to look through my purse, which I readily splayed open before him. Nothing in there.
"Do you have anything else your person?" he asked politely.

"Nope," I lied (kinda) and walked through the apparatus.

The sirens went off like a fire truck on the way to a five alarm blaze at 'Chili Billy's Firemen Eat Free Chili Buffet and Skeet Shoot.'

"Shit," I said, and reached into my pocket, forcing a fist-full of PUTO magnets into his hand.

He looked down, examined what he was holding, and burst out laughing, sending me back through.

"Would you like one?" I asked over the din of the alarm that had been again triggered, this time by my fitbit (which I really did forget about).

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed, and then asked me to step to one side for a pat down from a female security guard. I gave him 5 magnets.

The older, Hispanic, female security guard approached me as I sang my new hit, "please step over here so another lady can touch your butt..." which had her giggling.
"I'm not going to touch your butt, hon," she insisted, discovering my watch with her wand. "Tell you the truth," she continued, "at my age, anyone offers to touch my butt, I bend right over."

"Would you like a magnet?" I asked, because I was in love, and showed her a PUTO.

She burst out laughing.

"Oh girl!" she said, tears starting. "He sure is!"

I gave her 5 magnets as well.

Then I stuck the rest on all the metal.

As I left two and a half hours later, both
guards waved goodbye and wished me a good day.

The last words I heard as the revolving door swung shut were two, very cheerful, "Thank yous!"

This is why we do what we do.

A good joke is hope in the darkness.
Donald Trump is very possibly the most evil twit on the face of the Earth. 
In response, I have created buttons, stickers and magnets dedicated to resisting the Trumpster Fire's storm surge of bullshit by fostering a community of resistance fighters. You are not alone!
Here's a story about what happens when they're used properly:
"Today I went to City Hall, pockets bursting with stickers and magnets. This would have been okay, except for last time I went, I was there as a member of the Library Board of Directors. We had a reserved entrance with no metal detectors.

This time, I was a common plebe.

I saw the metal detector as I walked in, but I couldn't remember if I had just the plastic magnets, or if I also had some of the more powerful ceramic magnets in my pocket...and frankly, I didn't know if magnets would set the thing off anyway. I did, however, have enough magnets in my pocket that a nickel was mysteriously attached to the outside of my jeans when I stepped out of the car. In retrospect,t his should have been a clue.

The young, black security guard asked to look through my purse, which I readily splayed open before him. Nothing in there.
"Do you have anything else your person?" he asked politely.

"Nope," I lied (kinda) and walked through the apparatus.

The sirens went off like a fire truck on the way to a five alarm blaze at 'Chili Billy's Firemen Eat Free Chili Buffet and Skeet Shoot.'

"Shit," I said, and reached into my pocket, forcing a fist-full of PUTO magnets into his hand.

He looked down, examined what he was holding, and burst out laughing, sending me back through.

"Would you like one?" I asked over the din of the alarm that had been again triggered, this time by my fitbit (which I really did forget about).

"Oh yes!" he exclaimed, and then asked me to step to one side for a pat down from a female security guard. I gave him 5 magnets.

The older, Hispanic, female security guard approached me as I sang my new hit, "please step over here so another lady can touch your butt..." which had her giggling.
"I'm not going to touch your butt, hon," she insisted, discovering my watch with her wand. "Tell you the truth," she continued, "at my age, anyone offers to touch my butt, I bend right over."

"Would you like a magnet?" I asked, because I was in love, and showed her a PUTO.

She burst out laughing.

"Oh girl!" she said, tears starting. "He sure is!"

I gave her 5 magnets as well.

Then I stuck the rest on all the metal.

As I left two and a half hours later, both
guards waved goodbye and wished me a good day.

The last words I heard as the revolving door swung shut were two, very cheerful, "Thank yous!"

This is why we do what we do.

A good joke is hope in the darkness.

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