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.
America has always sold itself like a potluck dinner—“Bring your culture! Bring your grandma’s recipes! Bring the funky spices we can pretend we invented!”