This whole week has felt like a David Lynch movie.
The death of the man himself. The inauguration of a Satanic president, a Frank Booth type who puts self-interest above all else, and conspicuously did not place his hand on a Bible when being sworn in. Not that I care about the Bible being used in an official capacity, but I couldn’t help but wonder if …
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