As you’re aware, this has been a stunning week in American history. Between the grotesque perversity of democracy that was the Republican National Convention and recent events, everyone I’ve talked to recently is feeling an
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This Is All Sorts Of Feucht Up
Alright. It’s 4:25 am. I am very close to retiring any hope for a regular sleep schedule this year. The last few months, I’ve been tossing and turning my way well into sunrise at which