Being American right now feels like sitting at a table in a restaurant while a loud, angry relative causes a scene—everyone’s watching, and no matter how much I whisper apologies, and show my discomfort, I can’t escape the shame of being associated.

How do I get in line to be severed? Having an innie who is blissfully unaware of this shit hole of a country sounds really nice right now.

Finally a new home. I've missed posting priceless gems like this here photograph.