My mom has had a rough go for the last 14 months. She lost my Dad, her brother and her best friend all in a matter of weeks last year. She’s recently had a milestone birthday during which my brother planned himself a vacation to the other side of the country. I desperately wanted to do something special for her, in spite of it all.
She has never been to an ice hockey game; she had begged Dad to take her for years before he passed away, but he never would despite having gone many times himself. Hockey had been, in my memory, one of the few remaining “white” sports.
Within fewer than a couple of hours from home, I found out there was a minor league team having a game. I went to a reseller and bought tickets as her birthday gift. These were choice: on the ice, near the home bench, almost front row.
I hadn’t been to a game in years, but I recalled they occasionally had promotions for discounted food and beverage. Going to their website to see what promotions they were running, I saw they were having a special event the night we were to attend. It turned out to be an “inclusion” night for faggots and troons.
Mom isn’t fully aboard the white power, kill the faggots, train, but she is an authentic paleoconservative, if occasionally misled by guys like Trump. For this I am grateful.
I knew she would understand my decision, so I ended up having to burn a couple hundred dollars that I had spent on the tickets. The fags ruined my mom’s birthday present.
My mom has had a rough go for the last 14 months. She lost my Dad, her brother and her best friend all in a matter of weeks last year. She’s recently had a milestone birthday during which my brother planned himself a vacation to the other side of the country. I desperately wanted to do something special for her, in spite of it all.
She has never been to an ice hockey game; she had begged Dad to take her for years before he passed away, but he never would despite having gone many times himself. Hockey had been, in my memory, one of the few remaining “white” sports.
Within fewer than a couple of hours from home, I found out there was a minor league team having a game. I went to a reseller and bought tickets as her birthday gift. These were choice: on the ice, near the home bench, almost front row.
I hadn’t been to a game in years, but I recalled they occasionally had promotions for discounted food and beverage. Going to their website to see what promotions they were running, I saw they were having a special event the night we were to attend. It turned out to be an “inclusion” night for faggots and troons.
Mom isn’t fully aboard the white power, kill the faggots, train, but she is an authentic paleoconservative, if occasionally misled by guys like Trump. For this I am grateful.
I knew she would understand my decision, so I ended up having to burn a couple hundred dollars that I had spent on the tickets. The fags ruined my mom’s birthday present.
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