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.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.