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Everyone’s got an angle. They’re selling or buying, taking or leaving. They’re moving and shaking, so quick it makes me sick. Nothing makes sense. Whole fucking world has lost its mind.

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But, no, it’s just this pocket of the human race. A small fraction, in the grand scheme--but I don’t mean to delegitimize or in any way condone the suffering unfolding around me. Crops are rotting in the fields. Rome is burning, and Nero is in Mar-a-Lago.

Somehow, though, hope… the last progressive candidate won with a platform of change, but the next must bring hope. The next must bring us back together.