Awww, you were working in the hills of PA. Home of Little League World Series. 🧢

I’m sorry, sweetheart.

That’s what I thought; it’s flattering, really.

shhhhhhhhhhh...

(Oh, dear. How could she talk like this? Can’t she see how awful she’s being? Give the Old Testament a glance, dear; it’s a road map for political takedowns.)

And I will tell every Christian who insists that you had it coming…
Every church leader who justifies your death with scripture…
To go fuck themselves.

But goddamn it, today Jaime Alanís’ story cut through. This man. Scampering away like a field mouse trying to save itself from certain death. Free falling into hell where there are no earnings to send to wife and kid.
I will remember you, Jaime Alanís.

To you friend: thank you, thank you, thank you.

Funny. I blocked wapo moments before seeing this.

Ain’t that the truth?

Deeply appreciate your voice on this issue.