At the Intersection of Love & Hate
MAGAites are like ants. You see one or two and it’s not such a big deal. But when you see an army of them, it can feel a bit scary.
MAGAites are like ants. You see one or two and it’s not such a big deal. But when you see an army of them, it can feel a bit scary.
By morning, he had decided he needed somewhere nobody cared about theater, someplace where the name Chekhov was more likely to be mistaken for a rifle than a playwright.