That's a wrap, folks. For eleven and a half years, I've been doing this nightly dispatch. I've done everything possible to find a silver lining in cancer, lupus, collapse of a marriage, and pet death. Remaining positive and continuing to draw attention to myself, an out and proud Democrat, under the cloud of looming fascism just seems stupid. I had thought that when I stopped writing, it would wind down slowly, maybe with a retrospective from my favorite moments. I think now I would rather rip the band-aid off all at once. I don't want to do this anymore.
For those of you who wanted this, enjoy watching it burn. Our educational system, health care, food supply. All going to struggle. Foreign relations will be a nightmare. To those who wanted what I did, we shall meet in the shadows and practice our baneful magic. May we survive.
A.
P.S. Fuck the patriarchy
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