
To Hell With Your Hatred, Donald Trump
Hell is a terrible place, Donald Trump. It is a place where horrible things belong; where ugly, vile, sickening stuff should go and never escape from. It is a place

Hell is a terrible place, Donald Trump. It is a place where horrible things belong; where ugly, vile, sickening stuff should go and never escape from. It is a place

I walked around today and I looked at people; those passing me in the grocery store, driving beside me on the highway, filling my newsfeed, walking by the house. I

When people are pressed up against nightmares in the daylight—words are powerful, but they can’t hold a candle to silence. Silence can be a far more brutal weapon in doing

Dr Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t it. This America, more fractured than ever. This heart sickness, as insidious as its ever been. This

Hell is a terrible place, Donald Trump. It is a place where horrible things belong; where ugly, vile, sickening stuff should go and never escape from. It is a place

I walked around today and I looked at people; those passing me in the grocery store, driving beside me on the highway, filling my newsfeed, walking by the house. I

When people are pressed up against nightmares in the daylight—words are powerful, but they can’t hold a candle to silence. Silence can be a far more brutal weapon in doing

Dr Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream. I’m pretty sure this wasn’t it. This America, more fractured than ever. This heart sickness, as insidious as its ever been. This