I imagine myself on my deathbed. The end is nigh. There’s no more time, no chance to change what’s come before.
What would I wish I had done? Continue reading
With our faith re-energized, our hope restored, our resolve galvanized and our hearts filled with joy, we will overcome. We will bend the moral arc of history towards justice. Continue reading
Tomorrow, I will march. But today I will do those things that give my life meaning. Continue reading
Excuses are bullshit. When I knew what I was doing was wrong, I shouldn’t have done it. When I didn’t know, I should have. Basic human decency isn’t hard to grasp once you admit to yourself that other people are people. Continue reading
Trump was born on third and he’s mad because he’s sure he hit a home run. He must have, because everything he does, says, or thinks is awesome, and the only reason he can’t have literally everything he wants whenever he wants it is because the world is conspiring against him. Continue reading
