I can't even make it to the end.
Even a new, pragmatic, intelligent president can't pull this one up from the bottom.
This is the year I found I can't work anymore. The year I lost my house. The year my pain got much worse. The year the money ran out. Hell, I'm one of the lucky ones.
Could be worse. Could be -3 degrees.
Oh, wait, it is.
Could be worse. Could be giving birth in a tree during a flood.
Good night and good luck.
"In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying."--Bertrand Russell
