Day 76, self quarantine:
Good morning.
It doesn’t seem right to talk about my garden or what I’m having for dinner today.
America is broken.
And I’m sorry, if you’re sitting here complacent this morning and pleased with the monster in the White House, so are you. You’re future greeters at the Gates to Hell and you will burn in agony for eternity.
I may despise organized religion but I talk to God all the time.
Donald, Lindsey, Rand, Mitch, Gym, Gaetz and the rest of the *sic* Freedom Caucus are mentally ill, but nowhere nearly as mentally ill as their supporters.
They’re laughing at you, you pathetic excuse for humans.
Jesus weeps.