I used to hear right-wingers talking about "suffering under" Obama or Biden and I wonder just what that suffering consisted of or if it in any way could compare to the existential dread I feel on reading the news every morning.
I can remember praying with my grandmother for an end to Stalin. I no longer believe in the power of prayer but I can wish with all my heart . . .
Meanwhile I email my congressmen--pretty hopeless, as at least two of them are firmly in the cult and Tillis, though he's not seeking re-election and occasionally shows signs of remembering he once had balls, is still not free of MAGA.
May the Blue Wave come and wash away the orange stain on our country. (That's as close to prayer as I get,)
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