Practicing detachment. Hard.
My new Representative is an African-American court-martialled torturer; my new Governor is a really rich bald guy convicted of Medicare fraud. Primarily self-funding their mud-slinging battering ad, one expects them to easily replenish their personal coffers, supporting Mencken's unfortunately all-too-true adage that No one ever went broke underestimating the intelligence of the American people. R.I.P. sanity. You were just a day late and a dollar short, Jon Stewart.
I'm tired of praying for the dead.
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