Maladies

I don't know what's more depressing, that people who live in the imperial core feel so afraid all the time, or that the victims of American gun violence need to hold fundraisers to get their health insurance. To have one of these chronic problems would be enough -- to have both, well, shit.

Washington D.C., people. The kind of city that lets poverty fester until the boil shoots hot lead, and then tells you that national health insurance can't happen because everyone else is a Communist.

(I wouldn't say I know Brian, but we've corresponded once and he seemed like a nice guy. Wish him well.)