As politicians slug each other, the lives of their constituents hang precariously in the balance.
Today felt filled with lament and mourning — mourning the loss of all the social progress that has been made for anyone who isn’t a white, heterosexual male in the top 1 percent of the economy.
The words “too graphic” simply can not be used in referencing, a post-apocalyptic zombie show.
The sun was raging. Anger was palpable, and drawl-y southern accents were slow and thick. I knew it was going to be an experience. This is what I saw.