"Glory days". America was built on a foundation of genocide and slavery. At what point was it great?

I'm still clinging to a bit of optimism. When Trümp is gone and the U.S. rebuilds.

I suspect Trümp walking "like a penguin with butt implants" is eager for a bromance with the sick, racist pos who is the Sheriff of Kenosha.


Her writing muse lurks in the volcanic hills amidst mustangs, marmots and jackalopes. While hiking with her dogs, Ann stumbles upon stories of dark humor.