Donald Trump’s birthday fell on June 14. It made everyone in the school either blink in disgust at the sound of his name or cheer for him.
I, myself, am not a fan of Trump, or the day June 14, because it was his birthday. But I couldn’t hate it that much, though, because it was one of my classmate’s birthday as well.
So I guess I can’t loathe it anymore. It’s still cursed to me, though (hopefully my classmate doesn’t find out I said that). I’m not a fan of Trump, and I always love to say to break the silence, “Don’t vote for Trump, peeps.”
And may the force be with you.