It’s Sunday, the midst/math is over, and I finally feel together-enough to post.
This was the first major election in which I was old enough to vote.
I was surprised to see Uncle Sam at the Amsterdam “March for Our Lives” solidarity gathering. Perhaps I shouldn’t have been –– the dry, dying grass of our crumbling imperialist hellscape is always greener from Europe, right? For expats, I can only assume this to be even truer –– I suppose, after years away fromContinue reading “the word “march” has many meanings”