Harris-Walz Do-It-Yourself Election Swag
Harris-Walz Do-It-Yourself Election Swag
Get the message out! ASAP!
Make your own Kamala-Walz bumper stickers, T-shirts, coffee mugs, car magnets, yard signs, posters, canvas totes, and more. Spread the word through social media.
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ZAZZLE is a great spot for stylish swag using any of the images below. Get extras of everything for your kids, grandkids, grandparents, neighbors, siblings, all your friends and random people you meet on the street.
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INSTRUCTIONS
#1: Drag the WebP images above to your desktop. You can use this file in Zazzle for custom printing. If you prefer high-resolution JPG files, message me with your email address and attach the image desired.
#2: Use these images to create your Kamala swag in Zazzle.
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I made a HARRIS bumper sticker and stuck it on the car the day after Biden passed the torch. Almost three weeks later, it's still the only HARRIS bumper sticker I've seen.
I'm sorry my mother, my aunt Rose, and their mother are no longer here to see what's happened. All three were high powered, with PhDs, and like my father, my mother was a Harvard trained economist, although just short of dissertation, she ended up switching to psych. On the other hand, I'm kind of glad they didn't live to see His Ugliness DT in the White House.
My parents worked hard to instill the importance of participating in politics in their children. I can remember accompanying my mother when she voted, for the first time when I was... how old? Maybe 6 or 7.
I can also remember struggling to understand exactly what it meant that Richard Nixon had smeared Helen Gahagan Douglas in the California Senatorial race in 1950, with a label Republicans considered damning. I felt I had to understand it, because in second grade I was already getting into political arguments with my friend, Ralphie, whose maternal grandfather was a cofounder of Nordstrom's, the first of which was in Seattle, and whose mother was interior decorator to the Hoi Polloi of Seattle, including one John Erlichman, who was already closely connected to Nixon--stuff I did not know at the time, but that nonetheless were the background that led him to have opposite views from mine.
"You know, Ralphie," I said to him one day when we were in the back seat of our '57 Chevy wagon, my mother driving, "you really shouldn't vote for Nixon because he called that lady in California something like an economist."
I know I'm quoting myself exactly because although my mother was never known for her laughter, she LOVED telling this story and laughing about it, and I, in turn, am grateful for my second grade political sparring partner, in no small part because of the enjoyment my mother got out of hearing my side of that story!