Comes August now, the month of vacancy, idleness, the slap and hiss of waves on sand, furtive romance on the dunes, perhaps, sweet corn, country roads, and county fairs, and more furtive romance, perhaps, on a blanket in the high meadow under a blood moon - and respite from the hellish host of foolish ideas, dark trends, and bad faith driving life in this demolition derby of a nation.
If one word defines the preoccupying affairs of the USA these days it's
tiresome. The entire population seems to be enacting the old myth of Sisyphus, every, man, woman, child, swamp-creature, and non-binary child-of-God in the land, legal and
undocumented, pushing that boulder uphill to the tippy top, only to have it roll back down to the bottom... repeat
ad infinitum.
Comment: Is it any wonder a radical leftist non-profit would have a pervert at the helm? That Dees could head an institution that supposedly fights for women's rights, yet at the same time try to molest and exploit a barely-of-age girl in his care is simultaneously jaw-dropping in its hypocrisy, yet not at all surprising. These people are sick.
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