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And this is the taste of ashes in our mouths
After a fairly productive GM meeting that ate my entire evening, I come to Metafilter and see this: A Half-Century of Rights, Gone
And suddenly, my shoulders feel so much heavier. I want to rage and howl at the bastards who are trying to destroy those whom I hold dear. Even now, 6 years and 1600 miles away, those asshole Republicans still manage to hurt me.
I suddenly feel the urge to cry.
I need to call my parents tomorrow.
And suddenly, my shoulders feel so much heavier. I want to rage and howl at the bastards who are trying to destroy those whom I hold dear. Even now, 6 years and 1600 miles away, those asshole Republicans still manage to hurt me.
I suddenly feel the urge to cry.
I need to call my parents tomorrow.