About Us

The Roving Anti-Trump Band-Wagon (RATBW) was birthed – appropriately enough – from a failed real estate deal. 

In the Spring of 2016, once it was evident Donald J. Trump would be the Republican nominee for president, I conceived of opening The Anti-Trump Store in New York City’s East Village. Located only a couple of miles as the crow flies from Trump Tower, I surmised it would both serve as an embarrassment to Trump, and be in such close proximity to network TV stations that they’d haul their lazy asses and cameras down to cover it. Alas, one of the landlords got cold feet (fear of fire bombings, anyone?) and the store remained a dream unrealized. 

But on account of the Electoral College (Hissssss!) where New York State’s outcome is a foregone conclusion (an “unswing” state?), and not wanting to feel like a helpless bystander in the upcoming November election, I decided to “swing” into action. 

Organizing was out (I have 13 pairs of mis-matched socks in my drawer), so I decided to combine my three main skill-sets (complaining, lugging heavy and unwieldly objects across long distances, and making small amounts of money) and made and hauled anti-Trump T-shirts to swing states like Pennsylvania and North Carolina, where Hillary and her surrogates piled high like an elephant’s (or rather, a donkey’s) eye. 

My plan was to go out of business on Election Day, when, like most folks, I assumed Trump would be thumped. On Election Night, I set up ½ block from the Javits Center, home of Hillary Clinton’s victory party, to dispose of my remaining wares. At 9PM, I stored them in my vehicle and eagerly went inside Javits to join the celebration. Instead, I entered a scene that resembled an outtake from Night of the Living Dead. 

When it was evident Trump was going to win, I ran back to my van and hastily reassembled my merch table outside Javits Center. The disenchanted, disgusted, discombobulated Hillary supporters snapped up the T-shirts, almost as if purchasing them would magically expunge the nightmarish election outcome. 

I can thus say with certitude that RATBW was The First Job That President (-Elect) Trump Created. 

Since then, RATBW has morphed into creating and selling anti-Trump badges and has roamed swing states including North Carolina, Pennsylvania, Georgia, Virginia, and Wisconsin, and red states like Louisiana. The Bandwagon even crossed the Atlantic to troll Trump in London and Dublin when he was met there with massive demonstrations. 

The Bandwagon was scheduled to Go Out of Business after the 2020 election, when Trump was soundly thumped. But like a vampire, he returned from the dead to suck the blood out of the country. And so, the RATBW continues roving, in its mission to Save Democracy, one button at a time.