Friday, September 18, 2020

The Last Midnight

 You know you're a grown-up when you find yourself in the parking lot of the grocery store, sobbing uncontrollably at the death of a Supreme Court Justice.

May Ruth Bader Ginsburg's memory ever be a blessing.

And f*ck Mitch Hypocrite McConnell.  The Republican party makes me want to sing.  Specifically a verse or two from Into The Woods: "You're all liars and thieves, like his father, like his son will be too.  Oh, why bother?  You'll just do what you do. It's the last midnight."

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