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I Marched For Hillary In Niagara Falls (Sort Of)

I noticed a man checking his iPhone ahead of me and reading aloud GOP candidates poll numbers for Trump, Cruz and Kasich to what appeared to be his father and mother. Was that a look of glee I spotted that Trump was number one?" I whispered to my friend same. "Oh no. Don't go there."
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U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton speaks in the center of the Rainbow Bridge which connects the USA with Canada at Niagara Falls, N.Y. on Saturday June 13, 2009. In brief remarks in Canada, Clinton cited
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U.S. Secretary of State Hillary Rodham Clinton speaks in the center of the Rainbow Bridge which connects the USA with Canada at Niagara Falls, N.Y. on Saturday June 13, 2009. In brief remarks in Canada, Clinton cited

In response to one too many tweets questioning the enthusiasm of Hillary Clinton supporters, Friday morning I tweeted I was going to march for Hillary in Niagara Falls, Canada.

In spirit, anyway.

My first Hillary experience at the Falls Saturday was fantastic. I heard a man order a drink and state it was so much cheaper than where he was from. "And where is that?" I asked. "New York."

A real, live New Yorker ahead of Tuesday's primary.

"Who are you voting for?"

Two words into his reply I recognized the language of a kindred spirit: "I like Bernie... but I'm leaning towards Hillary."

"Yeah!" I exclaimed. The woman behind me jumped in: "Hillary is the best!"

I was thrilled to meet someone who was going to vote for Hillary for president. This positive experience had me pumped.

I told my friend this story as we joined what turned out to be an hour-long line up for a buffet.

"Cool." Moments later, he added, "You're not going to talk politics in the line up with strangers, are you?"

"You mean like every day I do in London (Ontario) restaurants?"

"Oh no," he sighed.

"Oh yes!" but to make him feel better, I suggested, "Well, only if the opportunity arises."

Twenty minutes later, I noticed a man checking his iPhone ahead of me and reading aloud GOP candidates poll numbers for Trump, Cruz and Kasich to what appeared to be his father and mother. Was that a look of glee I spotted that Trump was number one?"

I whispered to my friend same.

"Oh no. Don't go there."

"Listen, I gotta be me."

I couldn't resist. And get this. Were these three Latinos for Trump? Really? No, tell me it isn't so! I had to find out.

"Are you Americans?"

"No," said the tribe leader. "We're Canadian."

"Oh wow," I replied. "And you're into American politics, too!"

My friend whispered, "He looks like the leader of the minions."

"What's a minion?" Unfortunately, I didn't know what that meant, but I now know my friend was giving me a warning.

What I did notice was that this father-son duo looked like they could have auditioned for Wrestlemania, OK, a wannabe Sumo wrestler tournament is more like it. Honestly these two looked like they could break through Trump's 'Wall'!

But they're Canadian! We're nice, right! So I purposefully blurted out, "I'm for Hillary!"

You know when time stands still like those old EF Hutton II classic commercials? I wish it were like that.

"Hillary is a murderer!" shouts the head minion. "She killed four men."

The minion's father chirps in, "Bill's a rapist!"

My friend recoiled like a turtle in his shell. He was like the invisible strong man. He sensed danger immediately. He had that 'I warned you' look on his face.

But there was no time to assess a risk perspective scale (although there's actually a website for this: RateYourRisk.com).

I just shrugged and went in for the kill, or was that risking being killed?

"I LOVE Hillary!"

They put their very thick hands in my face.

My mind flashed to images of protesters at Trump rallies.

The venum, hate, disgust was palpable. As if I had no right to an opinion, let alone one different than their's. And the nerve of me to voice it out loud.

They turned their backs and spoke in their native tongue.

"Hillary IS great!" I opined.

After that I went silent. There was nothing more to say. I made my point. They made their's.

I didn't need to attend a Trump rally to appreciate that experience.

People always say that one shouldn't discuss religion or politics in mixed company.

I can't wait for my next buffet line-up.

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