It never should have gotten this far.
Donald Trump’s political career should have been over on July 15, 2015, the day he announced his campaign for President. “When Mexico sends its people,” he said. “They’re not sending their best. They’re sending people that have lots of problems, and they’re bringing those problems with us. They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists.”
At the very latest it should have ended on December 18, 2015. That was the day he decided that there should be a religious test to enter the United States. “Donald J. Trump is calling for a total and complete shutdown of Muslims entering the United States,” a press release put out by his campaign stated, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was not only a bigot, but a moron who had no understanding of the First Amendment to the United States Constitution, “until our…
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Por fora ainda sou jovem, mas meu corpo está apodrecendo aos poucos. Tenho dores na barriga que começam no estômago, passam pela vesícula, descem pro fígado e terminam no apêndice. Minha cabeça dói por semanas e não há paracetamol que dê jeito. Minhas costas sentem fisgadas aleatórias que não passam e minhas juntas não dobram com tanta facilidade. As ressacas, antes inexistentes, ficam cada dia mais fortes. Nunca me importei com saúde, mas hoje tenho medo de adoecer de e não ter conserto. O tempo passou, eu me cansei e meus órgãos estão enlouquecidos, provando que envelheci sem perceber.
”I’m torn”, I said,
walking these desolate boulevards, cut by splinters of glass shards,
“I’m torn too”, she said,
so let us walk together, at times alone, buffering our hearts from turning to stone,
let us walk hand in hand, though painful it may be to hold firm, to make a stand,
“I’ll walk with you”, she said, if we share a couple of laughs, amidst the tears,
“We’ll walk together”, embracing the onslaught of the years … … …