Aside from Laura Loomer obviously.
If I die in his body do I die for real?
Shoot someone on 5th avenue.
Do a stump speech where I start off dismissing people call me a racist xenophobe by doing the usual “I love Mexicans, I have many good friends that are Mexican” bit but slowly start making it about how many I hire, how hard working they are, really more hard working than white people, “it’s true, I’m sorry, it’s true,” start denigrating white people as lazy, some vague allusion that I pulled some strings to make them “legal,” but also amping up the stereotyping language in describing Mexicans. Piss off both sides.
IDK the dysphoria would be pretty debilitating so probably cry
Shit my pants and then donate all my money (anonymously and secretly) to communist orgs
