The line moved slowly letting people in. Each had to go through security screening, sorted by bags or no bags. Water bottles and metal containers were OK, but the lids had to be off. State troopers were on hand, with Bernie's staff (apparently), sorting people at the entrance.
Life Pro Tip for Bernie rallies: arrive in a large group with young children, including strollers. You will be ushered straight to the front of the line, like guests of honor.
Cars came by, sometimes honking, which was tremendously annoying.
People yelled things. "Feel the Bern" was obviously uttered, but it was more of a cry of celebration, like "Woohoo! Madri Gras!" . Bernie or Bust was by far the common written phrase in evidence. Hillary was nowhere in evidence, as if she didn't even exist.
"Fuck Trump" was yelled out more selectively than "Feel the Bern". From the direction of the sound when it was yelled, coming from across the street, it was apparently part of the ritual that one underwent, after buying one of the"Fuck Trump" t-shirts from the skinny bearded guy wearing the ear posts. His table was right by the line as it approached the front of the Armory Auditorium.
The buyers of t-shirts yelled it out with thrill of liberation at saying it for the first time. It produced bemused reactions among the people around the yeller, and a few mild amens, but there was no chanting as of yet.
I heard only one menacing version of it, from a young woman down by the corner of the road, when I went to check on the line. I was across the street. She was approaching on the other side with a posse of a couple guys with her. The way she yelled it out, I would not have wanted to be wearing a name tag near her.
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