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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