A question for pro-Trump voters

I’m going to say I’m 75% most likely to vote for Trump in November.

To answer your question, I never really think about Pence. His future with the party is irrelevant to me.

I can see the Pence is a true good person and wants what is best for all of us. But I don’t know what republican will be running against him to be nominated for the position to run for president. I want a president, republican that is a hard hand. Not only will he continue Trumps program to make America great again, but these criminals destroying public and government property, I want a president that will use his authority to stop them, arrest them, and kill the ones that refuse to listen and continue their destruction.
Maybe I should run for president. What do you all think?

No not me. It is you and all others backing the rioting and destruction, all you throwing our police under the bus. Just wake up, because no police, then you have no one to protect you from me, and the hundreds of thousand that feel just like I do about the Marxist trying to take over our country.

You have it backwards sir. The more you let a bully pick on you, the more he will pick on you. I learned that in grammar school. At that young age, I made a plan. My cousin Vinnie and I were in the same school, same grades sometimes different classes. He was only 3 months younger than me. And we decided, let us gang up on the bully’s the next time any one of them starts his BS. And we did. And we got sent to the principal’s office a few times, and some folks tried to get out parents to pay for broken glasses, torn clothes, eye doctor once. But the bully’s always stayed away from us, and the friends we hung around with. And the second day of my freshman year at Crosby High School, I was thrown out. And my mother had to go there and get me back in. It was the seniors picking on the freshman that got one of them hurt when he tumbled down the stairs. Three guys and two girls stopped me from using the stares to go to the second floor. They said freshman had to use the elevator. And I knew damn well there was no elevator. I used the stairs. The following year I changed high schools. Wilby, no problems there except the vice principle didn’t like the way I dressed because I had a motorcycle, and I was into square dancing and kind of looked like a cowboy. But I made it no problems. It was a business school, I learned to type, and even short hand writing. That I have forgot about. About 5 or more girls to every guy. Oh boy.