Dear America,
I love you to pieces, but your political scene has officially become way too screwy for me to process in a rational way.
In a bid to retain what's left of my sanity, I am cutting you loose until, one way or the other, the post-election dust settles.
Best o' luck in the near and distant future,
Your friend,
Scaramouche
1 comment:
Dear Scaramouche:
Please don't leave me. I've got a gun.
Have a nice day,
America
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