After an extended four years of tRump, the sound of his name yet makes my skin crawl. The rise of the new RepubliKKKlan party would be funny if ole school insanity were not so frightening. The worship of guns—increasingly by those unfit to carry them or appreciate the consequences of violence— should cause us all to cringe.
This week, a country whose face is always ready for the world camera, showed the boils festering on its belly. She showed her sickness, the cancer of racism coursing both the body and the blood. This week, the Divided States of AmeriKKKa showed her pimply white ass.
