Have You Experienced a Trump Rally? (The Fabulous & the Funky Revealed)

It was Trump’s first rally in PA since the assassination attempt.

I’m a Trump girl and a patriot. I believe with every fiber of my being that our 45th and 47th president is God’s choice to remove those who want to destroy our nation from political office.

I’ll confess that when I first heard he was running for president in 2016, I didn’t like him and had no intention of voting for him. I wondered how the billionaire with the hit TV show thought he could help our country.

The Republican ticket was loaded with men I thought were better choices because of their faith and their beliefs in our Constitution. I loved Ben Carson and still do. However, he wasn’t the tiger I knew we needed to face down the Deep State and drain the swamp. I also considered Ted Cruz. His record as a senator was excellent, and his values mirrored mine.

The more I watched Trump speak in interviews and debates, the more I liked him. I came to believe that a businessman in the White House who wasn’t beholding to political lackeys was the person to make the changes needed to get our country on the right track.

I became a staunch and vocal supporter, which cost me a couple of friendships. Being from California, one of the Bluest states in the country, this shouldn’t have come as a surprise.

In typical Democrat fashion, if I disagreed with them about Trump, they didn’t want anything to do with me. After some initial sadness over the lost friendships, I realized they weren’t people I wanted to be associated with anyway. If you and I can’t disagree and still care about each other, you aren’t a friend anyway.

In 2020, I invited a couple of my girlfriends to join me for a Trump Flotilla on the Sacramento River. I booked us a hotel room where we could see the river from our window and just step outside to a part of the action. It was AWESOME! The positive and patriotic energy was indescribable. My pals felt the same as I did about the experience.

Mind you, this was a Trump support rally in California’s capital. I can only imagine how awesome it would have been if Trump were there. The boats lined the river, and the streets nearby were lined with cars adorned with the American and Trump support flags. We walked across the bridge over the river, wearing our Trump shirts and waving at the patriots. It was great.

I would have given anything to have had my friends join me last week in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania.
I was upset over the assassination attempt but not surprised. I pray for our president’s protection daily. I believe the Left is so desperate to make sure he doesn’t take his rightful place in office back that they will do anything to stop him. That includes murder in my mind.

My husband and I are full-time RVers now and traveling across the country. When I received an email stating that Trump was returning to Pennsylvania and would be in Harrisburg, only 26 miles from our campground, I knew I had to go.

My husband wasn’t interested. He doesn’t like crowds or standing in long lines for anything or anybody. I booked a hotel room a few miles from the Farm Show Complex. I didn’t want to drive home after the rally because of my night blindness. With Trump scheduled to speak at 6:00 p.m., I figured I should play it safe.

As it turned out, some wonderful friends we made in the campground were also Trump supporters. They were going to the rally and offered to drive. I canceled my hotel reservations after giving my new friend a huge hug. It was great to have someone to go with and not have to drive. I shared the amazing story of our meeting in this post.

Since this was my first Trump rally, I have no idea how other cities prepare for the onslaught of supporters, but I don’t think Harrisburg did a very good job. Traffic was abysmal! We left the campground at 1:30 for the 26-mile trip. We sat on the highway, barely moving for hours. When we got within a half mile of the complex, I decided to do as many folks had done and walk the rest of the way. I told my pals we’d catch up somewhere and, despite wearing flip-flops, made my way to the line that stretched another mile to get into the venue.

I met the nicest people in line, and visiting with them made the time go by. My problem was that I needed to go to the bathroom. When I saw a porta-potty in the parking lot, I asked the people I was in line with to save my spot and headed for it. It was padlocked.

When I returned to the line, I told the folks holding my place that I thought it was a torture technique to put a porta-potty out there if they were going to padlock it. I found three more, and they, too, were locked.

When we got a couple hundred feet from the complex door, there was a line of porta-potties. None of them had toilet paper, and there was no way I was putting my butt on that nasty seat. Luckily, I had tissue in my purse and had enough strength left in my legs to do the squat position.

Hawkers sold Trump-support items from the backed-up highway to the front door. I bought one of my husband’s shirts while still in the truck on the freeway. Families sold ice-cold bottled water from wagons, too. Trump helps the local economy just by showing up.

A large screen on the building was broadcasting the speakers who were already taking the stage so the people in line didn’t miss out. When I finally made it inside the building, it was about 4:45. I found a seat on the ground floor that wasn’t as close to the stage as I would have liked, but I could see one of the big-screen TVs well. I texted my friends to see where they were. Kelly texted back that they had great seats behind the podium and had room for me.

I went towards the seats behind the podium, but I couldn’t find section 40 to save my life. Searching through the thousands of faces, I didn’t spot them, so I sat on the steps next to a lively supporter, where we would easily see President Trump coming out onto the stage. I was surprised we were allowed to sit on the steps but thrilled with the location to watch my president.

The supporter I sat next to was a black woman from Harrisburg. The media would have you believe that Trump doesn’t have the support of the black community, but they are lying. This article, published by the American Presidency Project, addresses the many policies Trump enacted during his term in office that improved the lives of black Americans.

I’ve forgotten her name, but my fellow supporter was quite vocal. She kept hollering, “We need Trump! Harrisburg’s a dump!” She yelled it so much that I could see the irritation in some people around us. She may have taken her enthusiasm for our president a bit too far.

Since I don’t walk in her shoes, I can’t speak to how bad things are in Harrisburg. From what I’ve read, crime is out of control. Harrisburg, the Pennsylvania state capital, is reported to be an American city with one of the highest homicide rates; I believe she knows what she’s talking about.

While in Pennsylvania, I’ve spoken with lots of Trump supporters. When wearing one of my many Trump shirts, I get thumbs up from passers-by. We have a sign in our motorhome window that says, “Don’t blame me. I voted for Trump,” and I get many compliments. When driving around, we see lots of Trump yard signs. This blue state may be one of those to turn red this November.

The rally attendees I’ve spoken with who have been to many of them say that Trump is always late taking the stage. I don’t know why his rally organizers think it’s a good idea. To me, it doesn’t represent how the president works. It’s a policy that should be changed.

Trump was supposed to take the stage at 6:00; it was 7:02 before he did. There was a long break between the speakers and his appearance, and loud and sometimes obnoxious music was played. I kept hoping to hear Lee Greenwood’s, God Bless the USA, because I knew it was the song announcing the president’s entrance.

We all threw our hands up and motioned to the YMCA song several times. The enthusiasm was palpable. A wave started that went around the auditorium at least ten times. Our arms would get tired, and it would stop for a few minutes, but it would start up again repeatedly. It was a great bicep workout.

There were people of every age, race, creed, and color in attendance. A Jewish family with three children sat below an Amish family. The kippas and Amish hats could be seen all over the stadium. I was amazed by how many families were in attendance. I love my president, but I can’t see bringing a toddler to one of his rallies. It had to be a long day for those little ones.

I’ve listened to many of Trump’s speeches. Still, I was never as moved as I was by the one at the Republican National Convention. The assassination attempt clearly humbled our exuberant president. I was thrilled that he gave God all the credit for being alive. He knew that had he not turned his head at just the right second, he would be dead.

During his speech in Harrisburg, I was a little disappointed that he kept referring to the graph that he turned to look at as the reason he wasn’t killed. He told the crowd that he usually would have waited until the end of his speech to have it up on the screen and that it was generally to his left, not his right.

Everything pointed to God’s intervention, but he talked about loving the sign and, while I was there, failed to mention that God was the reason things went as they did as he did at the convention.

He may have mentioned it later in his speech, but we left about 45 minutes into it. I texted Kelly to let her know I was ready to go whenever they were. The misery of getting out of the parking lot after the rally would be too much. My goal was to be at a rally, and I accomplished that. I’m thrilled that my pals felt the same way.

We met in the front of the building and walked to their car about a half mile away in a school parking lot. There were police officers guiding people out of the parking areas, which was great.

Getting on the highway to head home was, however, a disaster. Roadwork was being done, and the highway we needed to be on was closed. Mark found an alternate route using his Garmin that was much longer but saved us hours sitting in traffic.

Getting on the highway to head home was, however, a disaster. Roadwork was being done, and the highway we needed to be on was closed. Mark found an alternate route using his Garmin that was much longer but saved us hours sitting in traffic.

We could see the freeway that was backed up for miles. It took about an hour to get home and past my bedtime. I was surprised to find my husband still awake and watching TV.

He watched the rally on the television. I told him I was glad he didn’t go with us. His back hurts when he stands or sits for a long time. If the line to get into the building didn’t do him in, the wait to hear the president speak would have.

I’m thrilled that I got to enjoy the experience, but a Trump rally is not for wimps. It was 90 degrees outside, and from what I’ve read, the EMTs were kept busy dealing with people suffering from heat stroke. I Googled “How many people attended the Trump Harrisburg rally” and couldn’t find a straight answer.

I’m so fed up with the media’s bias that I could scream!

I know that the facility is stated to hold 7,300 people. I know that it was reported that 20,000 people who could not get into the rally were turned away. I know that the Secret Services screwup that almost cost our president his life made an indoor venue his only choice, reducing the number of supporters that can attend.

You don’t need to be a conspiracy theorist to assume that a 20-year-old punk didn’t pull off the assassination attempt alone. You don’t need to be a Christian to assess that divine intervention was at play. There are a lot of nefarious charters in our government that need to be rooted out.

When you go to the ballot box this year, there are some questions you should ask yourself. Are you better off now than you were four years ago? Do you feel safer than you were with Trump at the helm? Do you believe the current administration has America’s best interests at heart? The media spins their lies and hypocrisy all day, every day.

I’m sick of the mainstream media and this administration treating Americans as if we’re idiots.

I’ll get off my soapbox now. I’m praising Jesus for the great awakening happening in our nation. God’s not done with America. Trump 2024! If you get the chance to attend a rally, go for it! It’s an experience that will stick with you forever. Call me a wimp. I’m one and done, but it was worth it.