It’s been almost three -almost three years of Trump and utter political and emotional exhaustion.
I slapped my pussy hat on my head, laced my Doc Martens & marched. It felt that a new year was not January 1 but that day in January when we, or rather U.S., took a a dive into the abyss.
What is there to say? What hasn’t been said over and over-hashed out, thrashed about- ideas about how to survive this assault on reason and democracy.
I am hemorrhaging hope. It’s almost as if the veins are dried and withered. Nothing left to spare.
Now it’s time to expel the toxic mass out of the White House.